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Grand Puba lyrics - Reel to Reel

That's How We Move It

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Well that's how we move it This is how we move it That's how we move it This is how we move it That's how we move it This is how we move it Aiyyo Doogie how we move it This is how we move it Well it's time to kick the flavor with the you-know-who Stud Doogie, Alamo, and the one Grand Pu' Check out the ringle, hit the spot that'll tingle Make the hons wanna jingle, I stay crisp like a Pringle Check how we set off, last stop's where we get off You know it's flavor, three shots lick the glock off BUCK BUCK BUCK, you know how it go Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, and Alamo So what's the 411 Loungin black Hilfiger knapsack with a 40 in the back So hon shake the goodies don't front on the puddy With the rubber and the hoodie I peck the hole like Woody Show no shame, with everything to gain Honies always singin, how can I ease the pain When they think I'm comin back but that's game This is the real, how I wheel and deal First round draft pick like big Shaquille O'Neal Shit's so dope that I might catch a steal Stud Doogie, Alamo, spin the wheel Cause that's how we move it This is how we move it Well that's how we move it This is how we move it That's how we move it This is how we move it Aiyyo Doogie how we move it This is how we move it I'm with this rich girl named Dawn, hit the skins on the lawn Ron Stud had her sister in the crib playin Twister They lived in Poughkeepsie, moms was a gypsy Pops was in the crib but he was upstairs tipsy Know I got soul, baby jump upon a pole Janet Jackson took a ride, she's no longer _In Control_ The bedroom worked, not a bone jerker Good like Black and Decker knockin skins from here to Mecca Like one two three, or A-B-C Or Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti Honey called me brilly, I told her she was silly Cut my ex-girl off cause she worked my last frilly The new skin shower, micraphone goer Girls follow me like animals did Noah From Tracy, to Pattie, Linda down to Tina Everytime I see some skins then pop goes the weener Puba, the devil roaster, I keep a tool in my holster Mess with me and I'll be on a wanted poster Cause that's how we move it This is how we move it Well that's how we move it This is how we move it That's how we move it This is how we move it You know the deal huh, spin the wheel Yeah, check it It's time to switch it up so I'll breeze back to the rest Put on some Polo gear and a baggy pair of Guess Put on my baseball cap, refill my knapsack This ain't Poltergeist, but I'm back! You know the M.O. on Doogie Alamo Cuts so sharp make like Shaft and get an afro Better yet you can take it down low Al's my man but that perm gotta go gotta go So all you copycat rhymers swine'n'dinin on the riblets Get downtown, see my mic on exhibit No need to worry, cause I'll be there in a hurry Yo hon I'll smack it out like Darryl Strawberry Keep your head spinnin, cause I only heard of winnin Played the game before so I can go the extra inning Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo here to prove it This is how we move it Cause that's how we move it This is how we move it That's how we move it This is how we move it That's how we move it baby This is how we move it Aiyyo Doogie how we move it This is how we move it

Never Make Your Move Too Soon

Cooder Ry
(Will Jennings, Nesbert Hooper Jr.) Three days of snow out in Birmingham Thought you would wonder where I am Called up your number all night long No consolations on the telephone Ran out and caught that midnight flight Thought a little loving would make everything all right But, no! Landlord said, You'd moved away And left me all your bills to pay It's too bad, baby, you might have made your move too soon I think you might have made your move too soon, girl Now, look here Left me out here with a Keno card Life in Vegas really ain't so hard Ran it up to about fifty grand Cashed it in and held it in my hand That kinda money gets the word around And makes a lost love come up found I hear you knocking baby at my door You ain't living here no more I tried to tell you before But you made your move too soon Now I'm gonna play! All right, now I'm just going to tell you one more thing Well, I've been from Texas down to Tokyo Okinawa back to Ohio Never tried to make the news I'm just a man that loves to play the blues Take my guitar everywhere Now, if you people don't like it, I really don't care Crowd jumps up and the band falls down Love to see us rolling into town Because the people know, well, we never make our move too soon Never make your move too soon Ya made your move too soon, girl Ya made your move too soon, baby....babe I think ya made your move too soon Let's hear it for all the chickens that died in the heat wave Two millions chickens, God Almighty In Arkansas, down in Oklahoma, by God Texas, Arizona

Another Grey Morning

JAMES TAYLOR "JT"
When I feel as though my love is sinking down, the sun doesn't want to shine. When it feels like she won't face another day, life is unkind, she's frozen in time. And here comes another grey morning. A not so good morning after all. She says 'well, what am I to do today with too much time and so much sorrow.' She hears the baby waking up downstairs. She hears the foghorn calling out across the sound. Repetition in the morning air is just too much to bear, and no one seems to care. If another day goes creeping by empty and ashamed, like an old unwanted memory that no one will claim. The clouds with their heads on the ground, she's gonna have to come down. She said 'move me, move me, I'm locked up inside.' Well, I didn't understand her though God knows I tried. She said 'make me angry but just make me cry. But no more grey morning, I think I'd rather die.'

Perrier Blues

JIMMY BUFFETT
Ridin' high atop the main mast Harbor stretched out below All day I've been feelin' kind of half-assed So I asked the boy to lower me slow Lower me slow Sat down and drank me some Perrier Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight Confused in my head well I jumped back in bed Wondering who's at the fronton tonight Shinin' bright I know the night and I miss it I've got this thing for applause But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion I've got to stretch my claws Move my jaw I know I've got the best of both worlds Though that sounds like a TV. show When that anchor goes down and the sails are all furled Well it's back on the road I go Back I go Well I bitch about the food and the weather Wondering why the hell I ever came back But knowing deep down I love this merry-go-round And I can't wait to lay down this track When I get back Yeah, I know the night and I love it I've got this thing for a show If the ball's hit my way I'm going to glove it 'Cause that's the only thing I know All I know Yeah, I know the night and I miss it I've got this thing for applause But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion I've got to stretch my claws Move my jaw Move my jaw Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues

Top Of The Line

M.O.P. "To The Death"
[F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt [F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt [F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt [F] Mash 'em out [D] No doubt [F] Top of the line, for your mind [D] Niggaz hit the floor [F] Move it out, move it out [D] M.O.P.'s raw [Lil' Fame] Get the fuck out the way I'm bringin the drama to nuccas I got my foot in the door Now it's time to tear the hinges off the motherfucker Yeah, my name is on the map like that My shit is fat like that, because I put it on DAT like dat This is the best son, there's no suggestion Is M.O.P. in the motherfuckin house? (No question!) Rappers be singin it but don't really be bringin it M.O.P. is roughnecks and we got nuff techs Chump, you ain't no threat cause we are the same niggaz that used to rob you for your fuckin summer youth check In ninety-two I brought the ruckus But now in ninety-three (ring ding) ring ding motherfuckers! (uhh) I'm blowin up your spot, makin it hot, leavin 'em in a lot So when you throwin elbows, I'm throwin shots All my niggaz that's with me (get your maskes out) And if I really want drama (your ass is out) Come with it, M.O.P. is undefeated And you better wear your vest muh'fucker you gon' need it I bu-bu-break 'em down, get up (whattup nigga?) I got 'em all from the 'Ville ready to pull the trigger It's the L-I, L-F, A-M-E (B-I-L-L-Y, D-A-N-Z-E) M.O.P., tellin all herbs the time (IT'S THE MASH OUT POSSE) Yeah, top of the line [D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line [D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line [D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line [D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line [D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line [D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line [D] Move it out move it out [F] Top of the line [D] Move it out move it out.. [Billy Danze] Top of the line (YEAH NIGGA) rugged never smooth (M) fuckin (O) fuckin (P) on the move.. .. Billy Danzeini will rock well Fatter than a fat bitch and madder than all hell Aight potnah? BITCH NIGGA, shotgun BLAOW! Ya little punk motherfucker Don't underestimate, the style of the great You brothers that waited so long no longer have to wait (Yeah) Never reject me, my Home Team protect me Laze hit me with blaze and Silver D select me Herbs been flowin with wack tracks for years They don't scare the fierce you niggaz can't compare So where we at? (We up in this) Where? (We up in this) Yeah! (So let them niggaz know we in here) Billy Danzeini shippin you home with two in your dome, you herbs can't get a bone I'm affiliate with motherfuckers way in Rome And check it right, I call a meetin, somebody cheatin You niggaz that thought it was somethin sweet, I caught you sleepin Get stupid if you want static, and we'll go at it Cross me, and that'll force me to let you have it Herbs be frontin like they got somethin Back it up, motherfucker cause Danzeini will got at'cha um.. Top of the line! [F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line [F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line [F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line [F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line [F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line [F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line [F] Move it out move it out [D] Top of the line [F] Move it out move it out..

oG killuminati

JOEY BADA$$ "Rejex"
[Intro (Sample)] Strawberries [Verse 1: JOEY BADA$$] I'm a beast with these flows Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please It's the return of the beast coast No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show Incognito, is how you move on the strip What you trynna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit Don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped Better watch it, Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk that I got a 6 pack of bare skill that I spill like that And everybody know (That shit crack!) Ya'll niggas softspoken, down below choking The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men It makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen It's nuts for u in the tool, look hold em Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in Ain't no half steppin' 'round me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me The young cop killer, I'm dat ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer....nigga [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect I ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That shit'll get your hips to move no 70's Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies Grab a spoonful, we sturrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my jeans so don't worry where my parents is Get with the script it's that ignorant shit And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips It's a shift, I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries it's a jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity Stupids

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