Текст песни Grand Puba - Up and Down
Grand Puba - Up and Down слова песни
[Grand Puba]One oneTwo..two, one twoYeah..[Verse 1]Right now, Grand Puba `bout to blow this mic outGot`cha movin like roaches with the lights outFinger-lickin like chicken in a dyke`s houseDon`t stop, get it poppin like RedenbacherMove more feet than Koreans in a nail shopKeep it ghetto like Bodega`s after twelve o`clockShorty shakin like a chick up in the booty spotThat`s what`s up, can`t you smell what the Pub-ah cookinGot a girl with a wife on his side and still lookinYou know my style is +Always+ like Coca-ColaI flip out like Skytel-MotorolaIn two-thou, my new Benz is ridin solarAnd my seed got a V8 in the strollerYou know the 4-1-1, see it`s time to make the paper pileAin`t no need to act funny style[Hook]Ain`t no need to stop (Uh)Puba `bout to drop (Yeah)Get that ass (What?) Out on that floor (Uh-huh)Know we keep it hot (Yeah)Give it all ya got (Uh)Move it up and down like a Chevy 6-4 (Yeah)You know how it`s going downGrand Puba is back in townBaby ain`t no time to climbGo up and down and up and down[Verse 2]Now you may ask yourself who the hell I beSome consider me, a legend emceeWho never wear platinum or wore less goldI been makin y`all move since I was nineteen years oldListen I`ve been ballin in this game a long timeBeen through more counties than the Greyhound lineGrand Puba, Brand Nub` affiliateTwelfth birthday I got my first Big Willy pitMad love for the game ever since I was a youthUsed to set up my equipment on the project roofTwo turntables, microphone, and some vinylsNow I bounce through town in a smoked out riderLet`s get it crackin if ya know how it`s goin downDon`t stop, get it get it, shake ya body to the groundGrand Puba gettin all up in that skullShine so hard I make ice look dull[Hook][Verse 3]Grand Puba still settin new trends (Mm-hmm)Still runnin with the Nubians (Mm-hmm)Still in the Range when I`m not in the Benz (Mm-hmm)You don`t know, ya better ask your friends (Mm-hmm)Who wants to be a millionaire?Buy a mansion next door to the Beck`s in Bel-Airand chip paper like he don`t careBuy all the shit that you want and needIn the Y2K I`m like the gameshow Greed[Hook]{music to fade}