2000 lyrics

Yeah, bleep bleep bleep
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...

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So drop the Cronkite n*gga (2000)
Check out how we flip sh*t for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' sh*t for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' sh*t 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
n*gga 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 n*ggas head-bobbin' with no problem
I kick 31 flavors so call me Baskin 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 guess I'm goin' off to prison
So honey here's more than a rent
For dollars and sense, see I leave sh*t 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 n*gga wanna crib like Eddie Murphy had in Boomerang
So butt n*ggas 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' n*ggas down like elevators
So like Beavis and Butthead...(he he he he)
Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite n*gga
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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 Ed O
Puba gots that sh*t that hits in every ghetto
Straight from New York, L.A. to Soweto
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
n*ggas lookin' stupid like it's Friday and they Urkel
Did I say that?
Doogie hits the scratch
n*ggas 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
n*ggas can't see this, so you know how that sh*t goes
n*gga it's gonna take a miracle
Call me a cab so I can Cal-a-way and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho
f*ck that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks
Ran through Josie and her pus*ycat
I'm the Scooby with the Doo
I like my philly with the brew
All ya'll n*ggas talkin' sh*t about Puba, f*ck 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, n*gga
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