Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...

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 So drop the Kronkite nigga (2000)
 Check out how we flip shit for (2000)
 Stud Doogie runnin' shit for (2000)
 Grand Puba flippin' shit for (2000)

 Here comes the brotha from the future
 Man  I got what suits ya
 Fake mc's go away and let your label prostitute ya
 Give me my space and let the swinger swing
 Nigga don't you know that Jane can't even stop this crazy thang
 I like to boast cause i'm the host with the most
 Bag a few honeys and i'm... (Space Ghost!!!)
 I got niggas head-bobbin' with no problem
 I kick 31 flavors so call me Basket Robbins, uhh
 I gets down cause i travel like sound
 Grand Puba's so fast they got my picture on a Greyhound
 Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm
 If these devils ain't got my money then i got some off the prison
 So honey here's more than a rent
 For dollars and sense, see i leave shit bent
 So don't even come with that 69, hon
 cause i told ya last time, 68 and i owe ya one
 back up and let Puba do his thing,
 cause a nigga wanna krib like Eddie Murphy had a boomerang
 So butt niggas get the steppin'
 I gets to the root like beer
 Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon
 You can't see this or much greater,
 rough like Terminator, sendin' niggas down like elevators
 So like Beavis and Butthead...(he he he he)
 Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite nigga

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 No shame in the game I puts the pedal to the metal
 Be a father to my son, ask the Bulldogs and pedal (?)
 Puba gots that shit that hits in every ghetto
 Straight from New York, L.A. to ____
 Honey, there's no need to hunt
 Whatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt
 This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle
 Niggas lookin' stupid like their spotted and they urkel
 Did i say that?
 Doogie hits the scratch
 Niggas can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch
 That's how we do at a theatre near you
 Do the show, bag the doe and disappear like the zoo
 Then i hit home, to rest my dome
 Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone
 I kick the style longtime ya know
 Niggas can't see this, so you know how that shit goes
 Nigga it's gonna take a miracle
 Call me a cab so i can ___ away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho
 Fuck that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks
 Ran through Jersey and the pussycat
 I'm the Scooby with the Doo
 I like my philly with the brew
 All ya'll niggas talkin' shit about Puba, fuck you...
 Ya know what you can do?
 You can lick the twins when i pull 'em outta skins
 And i put 'em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes
 Cause its the Kronkite, nigga

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