Grand Puba

Grand Puba - Don't Waste My Time lyrics

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 Chorus: repeat 2X

 Look at that sexy mama
 She sho' likes to grind
 Look at that sexy lady
 Please don't waste my time

 [Puba]
 I'ma tell you now that girls just ain't right
 Let me tell you bout this episode I had last night
 I takes me a shower then I grabs a quick bite
 Then I called Doogie Love to find out the kronkite  dig it
 Somethin's goin on -- an industry party downtown
 I'm comin to get ya nigga so, listen for the horn
 Before we hit the location, gotta pick up Alamo
 and get a bag of situation, now we downtown
 four blocks from the spot, time to park the car
 Honies outside, knowin who to give ?
 But you know how niggaz from the projects are
 Free drinks til ten, yo money, where's the fuckin bar?
 Honies all creamed out types and all lookin cute
 Me and Doogie same ol low-top baggy jeans and boots
 Body bangin, tits hangin, while we profilin
 Me and Ali' mad geeked off Long Island
 Uhh! Picture that, but then it dawned on me black
 honey set them traps, that's why Tyson was where he was at
 They want you for your name and fame, quick to get buttnaked
 When you play em out, they run and said you tried to take it
 That's why I don't talk to those, who like to pose in videos
 with no clothes, and groupies at shows
 Cause I know what's goin on, you won't catch me in the wrong
 Don't even try it baby, dig it

 Chorus

 [Puba]
 Well times is gettin drastic, time to pack the plastic
 Slide up in the wrong one, you'll end up in the casket
 No not me, I'm more careful see
 I make sho' I can't catch that old HIV
 But I tell you entertainment is some shit
 These groupie girls are sick
 Do most anything so they can get picked
 to come to your, room, smoke a little, boom
 Hear a little tune, after that, zoom zoom!
 No thanks, I'm only here for the bank
 And I'ma tell you point blank, won't let my dick walk the plank
 I hate to bust your bubble, so be out, on the double
 Cause I know how you groupies are, and I don't want no trouble
 So give me my cash and I'll pass on that ass
 When it comes to hittin ass, on the road, I'll just fast
 But don't you talk about skins all the time?
 Baby not ALL the time, but, when I do talk about skins, they mine
 I refuse to go out, like Magic Johnson; have to retire
 cause I touched a live wire, now my shit's on fire
 I travel in the name of Allah
 Won't be a fallin star for no hooker in a bra, that's dead
 You won't, roll me out, on a stretcher
 cause my second head, led my first head into bed
 So baby gets to steppin, be gone
 'Fore you nigga make a move like that
 just make sure you put a rubber on

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Copyrights:

Author: Keith Jones (10), Maxwell Dixon

Composer: ?

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group, WEA International Inc.

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

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