[Puba] Uhh Here go the style to make the young girls smile They go wild when Grand Puba's on they radio dial Alamo hit me off with the butter cream Watch me run the ghetto scheme, givin all the honies wet dreams I'm gonna hit you where the drip go drop and make your whole body tickle as we smack the nine-nickel, so here we come, here go that flow son I be the one who get it done and I ain't done until after honey come You see my flow is great, no greater If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a motherfuckin playa hater Cause they hungry like Wally Gator Why jealous niggaz try I ain't Woody and this ain't Woodpecker Pie Is it cause who we be they hear us on the radio and see us on TV Or just, playa hate us, be undercover Jealous cause we MC brothers That's the way, it, goes You know it's 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on
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[Puba - over chorus] Yeah Tryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin Cause they don't understand, you know Playin that game, yeah
See I'm the type of guy that'll say - hey baby, let's get away Let's go somewhere far, dig it Cause I'ma put it on the mornin, if it's on it's on When I'm goin I'm gone, it won't stop the dawn But I be careful cause the monster be lurkin Some honies got it bad where them rubbers don't be workin Some stinkbox are like that Park called Jurassic Slide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid So if you're playin them games, you best be careful Don't let the 5-1-6 make you dareful There you go, feelin good, you're out of town And it's one of those nights, you feel like gettin down You ain't choosy on the honey you picked No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick So you get down for your crown to represent Honey's runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent There you go, slidin raw dog again Now you're singin New Edition song, Is This the End
