Grand Puba

Grand Puba - Keep On lyrics

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Verse 1:
 I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit
 Cause I spoke to Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic shit
 She said becareful cause these girls be throwin' block
 I said D don't even worry I sweat no girl for they stank box
 I like drinkin' honey hit me a 5 1 6

 Girl:
 What's a 5 1 6?

 Puba:
 Long Island you dumb bitch
 When it comes to this my style flows Free like Willy
 Watch me grab the cream like them Beverly Hill Billy
 I know you're happy with the shit you just bought
 It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court
 Because my style changes frequently
 See I been shit talkin' mics since the days of delenquency
 Now I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex
 And on occassion with the ruff sex
 Stud Doogie heats it up like a flannel
 Cause he's smooth as wall panel
 Hits the one and two like a freebee channel
 I have no time for bullshitters I get bad honies jitters
 As I walk be all the chickenhead critters
 I got more funk then En Vogue got junk in they trunk
 My flow hits ya like a filty piece of skunk
 So Alley get the scomma fromt he dodge spot
 Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut

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 Verse 2:
 Now see they call me Mr. Mingo
 Got a girl but I'm still single
 Honies scream my name (PUBA) like they just won bingo
 I take 'em out for a dinner or a show but you know how the rest go
 Hey man no doe
 You know the type you go out a few nights they sweat your pockets tight
 Cause they rock they're rockers right
 Go away little girl you gets nothing
 But here take a Bufferin to ease your pain and sufferin'
 Cause I'm so aware of too many things
 I know what I know if ya know what I mean
 Come clean because I'm a fiend for a beat and a theme
 Comin' strong like Hakeem and it ain't a dream
 Now is it me or is this hittin' like Tyson?
 Like a plate of beans and rice I be a needy winds on ice and
 Grand Puba, Stud Doogie on the nights I bag the dumb we hit a nut
 And then we back up in her guts
 See I get down and dirty like an arceologist
 I get deep into your mind like a psycologist
 I hit brothers in the head with the real
 Bag honies like a charm cause Grand Puba is the bomb
 So come on baby there's no need to play dumber
 Or I be comin' around your nostrals when I cum
 So check it out now...

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Copyrights:

Author: Chris Liggio, Maxwell Dixon

Composer: ?

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group, WEA International Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1995

Language: English

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