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and still puffin' stuff\nI smack some mingos and sit back and watch my pockets fluff\nGrand Puba here to get the party strarted\nSee I come with thee exotic\nWhile you're puffin' your narcotics\nI'll be damned if this don't hit cha where it's suppose to get cha\nI keep it flowin' now would I bullshit cha?\nI create styles and fashion with compassion\nWhile others are simply trashin' cause my shit is simply smashin'\nStud Doogie still with me\nFrom, sea, to, shining, sea\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: grand puba - very special\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 313164\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hook:\n  \"Grand Puba is\" (very special) uh ha uh ha (x4)\n\n  Verse 1:\n  Now many guys may come to you\n  With a line that isn't true\n  And you, pass them by (pass them by)\n  But it doesn't mean a thing\n  Cause Grand Puba got that game so won't cha, let me try (let me try)\n  Now just because I drive a Mercedes Benz (whooa yeah yeah)\n  That don't mean I'm gonna be trickin' on skins\n  See all I'm sayin' is (la la la la la la la la love me)\n  It's Grand P (twist the L yo twist the L)\n  See I'm sayin' just (la la la la la la la la love me)\n  It's Grand P (twist the L yo twist the L)\n  Here goes the man with the pecan tan\n  The one who flims the flam the one who plays weak MC's out like ham\n  I got the style that be bangin'\n  When the flow gets to slangin'\n  I be leavin' MCs hangin'\n  On my jammy just swangin'\n  So many brothers try to be me\n  Only two can probably see me that's Ray Charles and Stevie\n  My shit knocks from Lincoln popcorn down to Frangle Rock\n  Me turn pop?\n  Save that shit for Arnold Redenbach\n  Cause when it comes to this see Puba's not a stranger\n  Get the honies hooked like they kids is hooked on Power Rangers\n  And I ain't goin' now where word is born\n  Cause I've been doin' this since Shay Shay Lafon\n  I tell my record people everyday\n  We do this my way cause when it comes to my music I don't play\n  I'll came and slay ya or I may ah\n  Make sure my gettaway is more swifter than O.J.\n  Because...\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 2:\n  Well who dat who do dat?\n  It's Pubat well true dat\n  While some try stealin' but they just keep failin'\n  Cause there's nothin' but smooth sailin'\n  The way I bring it to ya hon\n  Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done\n  There goes the little drummer boy so purumppapumpum\n  It's Grand Puba hon I hit it ruff like? and still puffin' stuff\n  I smack some mingos and sit back and watch my pockets fluff\n  Grand Puba here to get the party strarted\n  See I come with thee exotic\n  While you're puffin' your narcotics\n  I'll be damned if this don't hit cha where it's suppose to get cha\n  I keep it flowin' now would I bullshit cha?\n  I create styles and fashion with compassion\n  While others are simply trashin' cause my shit is simply smashin'\n  Stud Doogie still with me\n  From, sea, to, shining, sea\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":5529170,"name":"2000","trackName":"2000","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, bleep bleep bleep\nHey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...\nSo drop the kronkite nigga (2000)\nCheck out how we flip shit for (2000)\nStud doogie runnin' shit for (2000)\nGrand puba flippin' shit for (2000)\nHere comes the brotha from the future\nMan, I got what suits ya\nFake mc's go away and let your label prostitute ya\nGimmie my space and let the swinger swing\nNigga don't you know that Jane can't even stop this crazy thang\nI like to boast cause I'm the host with the most\nBag a few honeys and I'm... (Space Ghost!)\nI get niggas head-bobbin' with no problem\nI kick 31 flavors, call me Baskin-Robbins, uhh\nI gets down cause I travel like sound\nGrand Puba's so fast they got my picture on a Greyhound\nHere goes the 'tizm, gets ya lifted like 'izm\nIf these devils ain't got my money then I guess I'm off to prison\nSo honey here's more than a rent\nFor dollars and sense, see I leave shit bent\nSo don't even come with that 69, hon\nCause I told ya last time, 68 and I owe ya one\nBack up and let Puba do his thing\nCause a nigga wanna crib like Eddie Murphy had in Boomerang\nSo butt niggas get the steppin'\nI gets to the root like beer\nLyrics flow like an automatic weapon\nYou can't see this or much greater\nRough like terminator, sendin' niggas down like elevators\nSo like Beavis and Butthead... (He-he, he-he)\nGo away like 94, we drop the kronkite, nigga (2000!)\nStud Doogie runnin' shit (2000!)\nGrand Puba flippin' shit (2000!)\nYeah, that's how we hit shit (2000!)\nNo shame in the game I puts the pedal to the metal\nI's be a father to my son, ask the Bulldogs and Ed O\nPuba gots that shit that hits in every ghetto\nStraight from New York, L.A. to Soweto\nHoney, there's no need to hunt\nWhatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt\nThis is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle\nNiggas lookin' stupid like it's Friday and they Urkel\nDid I say that?\nDoogie hits the scratch\nNiggas can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch\nThat's how we do at a theatre near you\nDo the show, bag the dough and disappear like the zoo\nThen I hit home, to rest my dome\nUnplug the phone and put a joint on the bone\nI kick the style longtime ya know\nNiggas can't see this, so you know how that shit goes\nNigga it's gonna take a miracle\nCall me a cab so I Cal-a-way away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho\nFuck that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks\nRan through Joise and her pussycat\nI'm the scooby with the doo\nI like my philly with the brew\nAll y'all niggas talkin' shit about Puba, fuck you...\nYa know what you can do?\nYou can lick the twins when I pull 'em outta skins\nAnd I put 'em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes\nCause it's the kronkite, nigga (2000!)\nYeah (2000!)\nIt's how we put it on (2000!)\nY'know'm'sayin'? (2000!)\nPre-mixed niggas all tight \n'Cause niggas can't flow like Cousin J on location (2000!)\nAs we move on to the next situation (2000!)\nStud Doogie love! (2000!)\nY'know'm'sayin'? We gon' set it like this, yeah (2000!)\nThis year (2000!)\n2000!\n\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] Yeah, bleep bleep bleep\n[00:06.32] Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...\n[00:09.80] So drop the kronkite nigga (2000)\n[00:12.15] Check out how we flip shit for (2000)\n[00:14.46] Stud doogie runnin' shit for (2000)\n[00:16.66] Grand puba flippin' shit for (2000)\n[00:19.44] Here comes the brotha from the future\n[00:20.75] Man, I got what suits ya\n[00:21.89] Fake mc's go away and let your label prostitute ya\n[00:24.60] Gimmie my space and let the swinger swing\n[00:26.35] Nigga don't you know that Jane can't even stop this crazy thang\n[00:29.31] I like to boast cause I'm the host with the most\n[00:31.44] Bag a few honeys and I'm... (Space Ghost!)\n[00:33.60] I get niggas head-bobbin' with no problem\n[00:35.94] I kick 31 flavors, call me Baskin-Robbins, uhh\n[00:38.89] I gets down cause I travel like sound\n[00:40.95] Grand Puba's so fast they got my picture on a Greyhound\n[00:43.55] Here goes the 'tizm, gets ya lifted like 'izm\n[00:45.69] If these devils ain't got my money then I guess I'm off to prison\n[00:48.54] So honey here's more than a rent\n[00:50.19] For dollars and sense, see I leave shit bent\n[00:52.91] So don't even come with that 69, hon\n[00:55.19] Cause I told ya last time, 68 and I owe ya one\n[00:57.86] Back up and let Puba do his thing\n[00:59.93] Cause a nigga wanna crib like Eddie Murphy had in Boomerang\n[01:02.65] So butt niggas get the steppin'\n[01:04.38] I gets to the root like beer\n[01:05.78] Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon\n[01:07.79] You can't see this or much greater\n[01:09.53] Rough like terminator, sendin' niggas down like elevators\n[01:12.22] So like Beavis and Butthead... (He-he, he-he)\n[01:14.65] Go away like 94, we drop the kronkite, nigga (2000!)\n[01:18.72] Stud Doogie runnin' shit (2000!)\n[01:21.21] Grand Puba flippin' shit (2000!)\n[01:23.53] Yeah, that's how we hit shit (2000!)\n[01:25.99] No shame in the game I puts the pedal to the metal\n[01:28.32] I's be a father to my son, ask the Bulldogs and Ed O\n[01:31.01] Puba gots that shit that hits in every ghetto\n[01:33.29] Straight from New York, L.A. to Soweto\n[01:35.74] Honey, there's no need to hunt\n[01:37.59] Whatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt\n[01:40.56] This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle\n[01:42.80] Niggas lookin' stupid like it's Friday and they Urkel\n[01:45.30] Did I say that?\n[01:46.40] Doogie hits the scratch\n[01:47.73] Niggas can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch\n[01:50.17] That's how we do at a theatre near you\n[01:52.27] Do the show, bag the dough and disappear like the zoo\n[01:54.84] Then I hit home, to rest my dome\n[01:57.31] Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone\n[01:59.67] I kick the style longtime ya know\n[02:01.48] Niggas can't see this, so you know how that shit goes\n[02:03.94] Nigga it's gonna take a miracle\n[02:05.77] Call me a cab so I Cal-a-way away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho\n[02:09.37] Fuck that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks\n[02:12.17] Ran through Joise and her pussycat\n[02:14.11] I'm the scooby with the doo\n[02:15.47] I like my philly with the brew\n[02:16.53] All y'all niggas talkin' shit about Puba, fuck you...\n[02:19.60] Ya know what you can do?\n[02:21.06] You can lick the twins when I pull 'em outta skins\n[02:23.30] And I put 'em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes\n[02:25.50] Cause it's the kronkite, nigga (2000!)\n[02:27.93] Yeah (2000!)\n[02:30.11] It's how we put it on (2000!)\n[02:33.05] Y'know'm'sayin'? (2000!)\n[02:34.05] Pre-mixed niggas all tight \n[02:35.41] 'Cause niggas can't flow like Cousin J on location (2000!)\n[02:38.30] As we move on to the next situation (2000!)\n[02:41.02] Stud Doogie love! (2000!)\n[02:42.42] Y'know'm'sayin'? 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(space ghost!)\n  I got niggas head-bobbin' with no problem\n  I kick 31 flavors so call me basket robbins, uhh\n  I gets down cause I travel like sound\n  Grand puba's so fast they got my picture on a greyhound\n  Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm\n  If these devils ain't got my money then I got some off the prison\n  So honey here's more than a rent\n  For dollars and sense, see I leave shit bent\n  So don't even come with that 69, hon\n  Cause I told ya last time, 68 and I owe ya one\n  Back up and let puba do his thing,\n  Cause a nigga wanna krib like eddie murphy had a boomerang\n  So butt niggas get the steppin'\n  I gets to the root like beer\n  Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon\n  You can't see this or much greater,\n  Rough like terminator, sendin' niggas down like elevators\n  So like beavis and butthead...(he he he he)\n\n  Go away like 94, we drop the kronkite nigga\n\n  No shame in the game I puts the pedal to the metal\n  Be a father to my son, ask the bulldogs and pedal (?)\n  Puba gots that shit that hits in every ghetto\n  Straight from new york, l.a. to\n  Honey, there's no need to hunt\n  Whatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt\n  This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle\n  Niggas lookin' stupid like their spotted and they urkel\n  Did I say that?\n  Doogie hits the scratch\n  Niggas can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch\n  That's how we do at a theatre near you\n  Do the show, bag the doe and disappear like the zoo\n  Then I hit home, to rest my dome\n  Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone\n  I kick the style longtime ya know\n  Niggas can't see this, so you know how that shit goes\n  Nigga it's gonna take a miracle\n  Call me a cab so I can away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho\n  F**k that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks\n  Ran through jersey and the pussycat\n  I'm the scooby with the doo\n  I like my philly with the brew\n  All y'all niggas talkin' shit about puba, f**k you...\n  Ya know what you can do?\n  You can lick the twins when I pull 'em outta skins\n  And I put 'em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes\n  Cause it's the kronkite, nigga\n"},{"id":5529357,"name":"Back Stabbers","trackName":"Back Stabbers","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, aight\n2000 representatives comin' to ya\nYeah, here to talk about a situation you know\nThat makes the world go round, check it\n\nIt's on that love and hate tape, yaknahmsayin'?\nBe damned if you do, damned if you don't\nBut I'ma rap on it a taste, yaknahmsayin'?\nI'ma let honey take it away, check it\n\nIt's a thin line between love and hate\nIt's a thin line, it's a thin line\n(Yeah, uhh)\nIf you feel the vibe, yeah, no doubt\nIt's time to set 'em straight\n\nNo doubt, check it\nWell, it's four O'clock, in the mornin'\nJust gettin' in, baby love's askin', baby where you been?\nTryin' to get mine but I've been sittin' waitin' all this time\n\nI got to grab this cream, while I got the chance\nRomance, without finance, you know the rest, baby\nIt's just a nuisance, I'm sayin', act like you know\nNuttin' can't grow if the dough don't flow\n\nBut I'm just tryin' to get a-wit you\nBaby, I ain't tryin' to bullshit you\nWhy we gotta beef on the same old shit?\nBecause your friends you'd rather be with\n\nBut when I'm with my friends, I don't go through that\nSo you can pack your bags, they already packed\nWell, you ain't really my skin\nAnd your friends ain't really your friends\n\nThey smile in your face\nAll the time, they wanna take your place\nThe back-stabbers, pocket-grabbers\nThey smile in your face\nAll the time, they wanna take your place\nThe back-stabbers, pocket-grabbers\n\nI told my man that I gave my girl the outs\nCrib to the head, king size bed\nThat love shit is dead, so let's call some chicken-heads\nTell 'em do the spread while we bein hand-fed\n\nWe had it goin' for the first two weeks\nI bumped into my ex, and she asked, \"Could we speak?\"\nI told her, made it quick\nAnd this is what she kicked, dig it\n\nHey baby, how you doin'? Fine\nI heard that you and your friends be havin' good times\nNo doubt, he come through in the clutch\nThat nigga ain't really your friend, what?\n\nI wish you wouldn't trust him so much\nYou got a problem?\nI think you really trust him too much\n'Cause he's the best friend, I got, no, he's not!\n\nThe last time you went out of town, yeah\nGuess who came creepin' around? Yeah\nWhatchu sayin'? He started sayin' that you're no good for me\nBut all that drama wasn't tryin' to see\n\nTalkin' 'bout all the other girls you got\nOh, the nigga went out like that? Oh shit!\nSteppin' to me, tryin' to blow up the spot\nTell me boy, is that your friend? No, no, no, damn\n\nIt's a thin line, between love and hate\nLove and hate, love and hate\nIf you feel the vibe boy, it's time to set him straight\nOh, I'ma set that nigga straight\n\nIt's a thin line boy, between love and hate\nIf you take your time, it'll be worth your wait\n\nBoy, I tell you these days\nYou don't even know who to trust, yaknahmsayin'?\nThat's how love do, that's how hate do, knahmsayin'?\nIt's all connected, it's all injected, knahmsayin'?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.18] Yeah, aight\n[00:07.94] 2000 representatives comin' to ya\n[00:11.51] Yeah, here to talk about a situation you know\n[00:15.17] That makes the world go round, check it\n[00:16.92] It's on that love and hate tape, yaknahmsayin'?\n[00:20.52] Be damned if you do, damned if you don't\n[00:24.14] But I'ma rap on it a taste, yaknahmsayin'?\n[00:26.96] I'ma let honey take it away, check it\n[00:28.77] It's a thin line between love and hate\n[00:37.79] It's a thin line, it's a thin line\n[00:39.58] (Yeah, uhh)\n[00:40.43] If you feel the vibe, yeah, no doubt\n[00:44.02] It's time to set 'em straight\n[00:48.68] No doubt, check it\n[00:50.48] Well, it's four O'clock, in the mornin'\n[00:53.10] Just gettin' in, baby love's askin', baby where you been?\n[00:56.70] Tryin' to get mine but I've been sittin' waitin' all this time\n[01:03.06] I got to grab this cream, while I got the chance\n[01:04.93] Romance, without finance, you know the rest, baby\n[01:07.66] It's just a nuisance, I'm sayin', act like you know\n[01:10.32] Nuttin' can't grow if the dough don't flow\n[01:12.15] But I'm just tryin' to get a-wit you\n[01:15.75] Baby, I ain't tryin' to bullshit you\n[01:19.38] Why we gotta beef on the same old shit?\n[01:22.07] Because your friends you'd rather be with\n[01:24.86] But when I'm with my friends, I don't go through that\n[01:27.57] So you can pack your bags, they already packed\n[01:30.26] Well, you ain't really my skin\n[01:32.92] And your friends ain't really your friends\n[01:35.61] They smile in your face\n[01:38.35] All the time, they wanna take your place\n[01:42.04] The back-stabbers, pocket-grabbers\n[01:47.48] They smile in your face\n[01:50.15] All the time, they wanna take your place\n[01:53.79] The back-stabbers, pocket-grabbers\n[01:58.22] I told my man that I gave my girl the outs\n[02:01.98] Crib to the head, king size bed\n[02:04.63] That love shit is dead, so let's call some chicken-heads\n[02:07.38] Tell 'em do the spread while we bein hand-fed\n[02:10.05] We had it goin' for the first two weeks\n[02:12.73] I bumped into my ex, and she asked, \"Could we speak?\"\n[02:15.48] I told her, made it quick\n[02:17.27] And this is what she kicked, dig it\n[02:20.96] Hey baby, how you doin'? Fine\n[02:24.56] I heard that you and your friends be havin' good times\n[02:27.26] No doubt, he come through in the clutch\n[02:29.05] That nigga ain't really your friend, what?\n[02:31.76] I wish you wouldn't trust him so much\n[02:35.32] You got a problem?\n[02:36.29] I think you really trust him too much\n[02:40.83] 'Cause he's the best friend, I got, no, he's not!\n[02:43.55] The last time you went out of town, yeah\n[02:48.94] Guess who came creepin' around? Yeah\n[02:52.58] Whatchu sayin'? He started sayin' that you're no good for me\n[02:58.03] But all that drama wasn't tryin' to see\n[03:03.42] Talkin' 'bout all the other girls you got\n[03:10.64] Oh, the nigga went out like that? Oh shit!\n[03:12.40] Steppin' to me, tryin' to blow up the spot\n[03:16.18] Tell me boy, is that your friend? No, no, no, damn\n[03:28.77] It's a thin line, between love and hate\n[03:36.02] Love and hate, love and hate\n[03:40.53] If you feel the vibe boy, it's time to set him straight\n[03:48.62] Oh, I'ma set that nigga straight\n[03:49.51] It's a thin line boy, between love and hate\n[04:00.49] If you take your time, it'll be worth your wait\n[04:22.11] Boy, I tell you these days\n[04:24.83] You don't even know who to trust, yaknahmsayin'?\n[04:28.47] That's how love do, that's how hate do, knahmsayin'?\n[04:33.95] It's all connected, it's all injected, knahmsayin'?\n[04:37.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back Stabbers\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 306000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, aight\n  start_ms: 5180\n  end_ms: 7940\n- text: 2000 representatives comin' to ya\n  start_ms: 7940\n  end_ms: 11510\n- text: Yeah, here to talk about a situation you know\n  start_ms: 11510\n  end_ms: 15170\n- text: That makes the world go round, check it\n  start_ms: 15170\n  end_ms: 16920\n- text: It's on that love and hate tape, yaknahmsayin'?\n  start_ms: 16920\n  end_ms: 20520\n- text: Be damned if you do, damned if you don't\n  start_ms: 20520\n  end_ms: 24140\n- text: But I'ma rap on it a taste, yaknahmsayin'?\n  start_ms: 24140\n  end_ms: 26960\n- text: I'ma let honey take it away, check it\n  start_ms: 26960\n  end_ms: 28770\n- text: It's a thin line between love and hate\n  start_ms: 28770\n  end_ms: 37790\n- text: It's a thin line, it's a thin line\n  start_ms: 37790\n  end_ms: 39580\n- text: (Yeah, uhh)\n  start_ms: 39580\n  end_ms: 40430\n- text: If you feel the vibe, yeah, no doubt\n  start_ms: 40430\n  end_ms: 44020\n- text: It's time to set 'em straight\n  start_ms: 44020\n  end_ms: 48680\n- text: No doubt, check it\n  start_ms: 48680\n  end_ms: 50480\n- text: Well, it's four O'clock, in the mornin'\n  start_ms: 50480\n  end_ms: 53100\n- text: Just gettin' in, baby love's askin', baby where you been?\n  start_ms: 53100\n  end_ms: 56700\n- text: Tryin' to get mine but I've been sittin' waitin' all this time\n  start_ms: 56700\n  end_ms: 63060\n- text: I got to grab this cream, while I got the chance\n  start_ms: 63060\n  end_ms: 64930\n- text: Romance, without finance, you know the rest, baby\n  start_ms: 64930\n  end_ms: 67660\n- text: It's just a nuisance, I'm sayin', act like you know\n  start_ms: 67660\n  end_ms: 70320\n- text: Nuttin' can't grow if the dough don't flow\n  start_ms: 70320\n  end_ms: 72150\n- text: But I'm just tryin' to get a-wit you\n  start_ms: 72150\n  end_ms: 75750\n- text: Baby, I ain't tryin' to bullshit you\n  start_ms: 75750\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: Why we gotta beef on the same old shit?\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 82070\n- text: Because your friends you'd rather be with\n  start_ms: 82070\n  end_ms: 84860\n- text: But when I'm with my friends, I don't go through that\n  start_ms: 84860\n  end_ms: 87570\n- text: So you can pack your bags, they already packed\n  start_ms: 87570\n  end_ms: 90260\n- text: Well, you ain't really my skin\n  start_ms: 90260\n  end_ms: 92920\n- text: And your friends ain't really your friends\n  start_ms: 92920\n  end_ms: 95610\n- text: They smile in your face\n  start_ms: 95610\n  end_ms: 98350\n- text: All the time, they wanna take your place\n  start_ms: 98350\n  end_ms: 102040\n- text: The back-stabbers, pocket-grabbers\n  start_ms: 102040\n  end_ms: 107480\n- text: They smile in your face\n  start_ms: 107480\n  end_ms: 110150\n- text: All the time, they wanna take your place\n  start_ms: 110150\n  end_ms: 113790\n- text: The back-stabbers, pocket-grabbers\n  start_ms: 113790\n  end_ms: 118220\n- text: I told my man that I gave my girl the outs\n  start_ms: 118220\n  end_ms: 121980\n- text: Crib to the head, king size bed\n  start_ms: 121980\n  end_ms: 124630\n- text: That love shit is dead, so let's call some chicken-heads\n  start_ms: 124630\n  end_ms: 127380\n- text: Tell 'em do the spread while we bein hand-fed\n  start_ms: 127380\n  end_ms: 130050\n- text: We had it goin' for the first two weeks\n  start_ms: 130050\n  end_ms: 132730\n- text: I bumped into my ex, and she asked, \"Could we speak?\"\n  start_ms: 132730\n  end_ms: 135480\n- text: I told her, made it quick\n  start_ms: 135480\n  end_ms: 137270\n- text: And this is what she kicked, dig it\n  start_ms: 137270\n  end_ms: 140960\n- text: Hey baby, how you doin'? 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Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic shit\nShe said be careful 'cause these girls be throwin' block\nI said,\" D don't even worry I sweat no girl for they stank box\"\nI like drinkin' honey, hit me a 5-1-6, what's a 5-1-6?\n\nLong Island, you dumb bitch\nWhen it comes to this my style flows free like Willy\nWatch me grab the cream like them Beverly Hill Billy\nI know you're happy with the shit you just bought\nIt's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court\n\nBecause my style changes frequently\nSee I been shit talkin' mics since the days of delinquency\nNow I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex\nAnd on occasion with the ruff sex\n\nStud Doogie heats it up like a flannel\n'Cause he's smooth as wall panel\nHits the one and two like a freebee channel\nI have no time for bullshitters, I get bad honies jitters\n\nAs I walk be all the chicken head critters\nI got more funk then En Vogue got junk in they trunk\nMy flow hits ya like a filthy piece of skunk\nSo Alley get the scomma from the dodge spot\nPut it in the L and get high like an astronaut\n\n\"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\nCheck it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\nCheck it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\nCheck it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\"\n\nNow see they call me Mr.Mingo\nGot a girl but I'm still single\nHonies scream my name like they just won bingo\n(Puba)\nI take 'em out for a dinner or a show\nBut you know how the rest go, hey man, no doe\n\nYou know the type you go out a few nights\nThey sweat your pockets tight\n'Cause they rock they're rockers right\nGo away little girl you gets nothing\n\nBut here take a bufferin' to ease your pain and sufferin'\n'Cause I'm so aware of too many things\nI know what I know if ya know what I mean\nCome clean because I'm a fiend for a beat and a theme\n\nComin' strong like Hakeem and it ain't a dream\nNow is it me or is this hittin' like Tyson?\nLike a plate of beans and rice I be a needy winds on ice\nAnd Grand Puba, Stud Doogie on the nights\n\nI bag the dumb we hit a nut\nAnd then we back up in her guts\nSee I get down and dirty like an arceologist\nI get deep into your mind like a psychologist\n\nI hit brothers in the head with the real\nBag honies like a charm cause Grand Puba is the bomb\nSo come on baby there's no need to play dumber\nOr I be comin' around your nostrils when I 'cum\nSo check it out now\n\n\"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\nCheck it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\nCheck it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\nCheck it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.47] \"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[00:10.85] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[00:16.30] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[00:22.53] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\"\n[00:28.87] I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit\n[00:30.66] 'Cause I spoke to Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic shit\n[00:33.35] She said be careful 'cause these girls be throwin' block\n[00:36.13] I said,\" D don't even worry I sweat no girl for they stank box\"\n[00:39.75] I like drinkin' honey, hit me a 5-1-6, what's a 5-1-6?\n[00:44.24] Long Island, you dumb bitch\n[00:46.00] When it comes to this my style flows free like Willy\n[00:47.86] Watch me grab the cream like them Beverly Hill Billy\n[00:51.47] I know you're happy with the shit you just bought\n[00:54.11] It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court\n[00:56.88] Because my style changes frequently\n[00:58.65] See I been shit talkin' mics since the days of delinquency\n[01:05.81] Now I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex\n[01:06.73] And on occasion with the ruff sex\n[01:09.51] Stud Doogie heats it up like a flannel\n[01:11.37] 'Cause he's smooth as wall panel\n[01:12.30] Hits the one and two like a freebee channel\n[01:14.99] I have no time for bullshitters, I get bad honies jitters\n[01:17.69] As I walk be all the chicken head critters\n[01:19.42] I got more funk then En Vogue got junk in they trunk\n[01:23.03] My flow hits ya like a filthy piece of skunk\n[01:24.88] So Alley get the scomma from the dodge spot\n[01:27.55] Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut\n[01:30.24] \"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[01:35.60] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[01:41.09] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[01:47.42] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\"\n[01:49.28] Now see they call me Mr.Mingo\n[01:51.95] Got a girl but I'm still single\n[01:53.72] Honies scream my name like they just won bingo\n[01:55.51] (Puba)\n[01:57.32] I take 'em out for a dinner or a show\n[01:58.29] But you know how the rest go, hey man, no doe\n[01:59.17] You know the type you go out a few nights\n[02:01.85] They sweat your pockets tight\n[02:03.64] 'Cause they rock they're rockers right\n[02:05.41] Go away little girl you gets nothing\n[02:07.25] But here take a bufferin' to ease your pain and sufferin'\n[02:09.91] 'Cause I'm so aware of too many things\n[02:12.68] I know what I know if ya know what I mean\n[02:15.46] Come clean because I'm a fiend for a beat and a theme\n[02:19.08] Comin' strong like Hakeem and it ain't a dream\n[02:24.54] Now is it me or is this hittin' like Tyson?\n[02:25.48] Like a plate of beans and rice I be a needy winds on ice\n[02:27.13] And Grand Puba, Stud Doogie on the nights\n[02:29.96] I bag the dumb we hit a nut\n[02:31.77] And then we back up in her guts\n[02:32.61] See I get down and dirty like an arceologist\n[02:35.35] I get deep into your mind like a psychologist\n[02:38.96] I hit brothers in the head with the real\n[02:41.63] Bag honies like a charm cause Grand Puba is the bomb\n[02:44.38] So come on baby there's no need to play dumber\n[02:47.04] Or I be comin' around your nostrils when I 'cum\n[02:48.89] So check it out now\n[02:50.62] \"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[02:55.24] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[02:59.78] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n[03:02.45] Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\"\n[03:06.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep On\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Check it out ch''all and you don''t stop, keep on and you don''t stop'\n  start_ms: 5470\n  end_ms: 10850\n- text: Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 10850\n  end_ms: 16300\n- text: Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, 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Game","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Puba]\nI self lord and master\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\n\"You're playin a game. it's all plain.\"\n\n[Puba]\nUhh\nHere go the style to make the young girls smile\nThey go wild when grand puba's on they radio dial\nAlamo hit me off with the butter cream\nWatch me run the ghetto scheme, givin all the honies wet dreams\nI'm gonna hit you where the drip go drop\nAnd make your whole body tickle as we smack the nine-nickel, so\nHere we come, here go that flow son\nI be the one who get it done and I ain't done until after honey come\nYou see my flow is great, no greater\nIf there's one thing I can't stand, it's a motherfuckin playa hater\nCause they hungry like wally gator\nWhy jealous niggaz try? I ain't woody and this ain't woodpecker pie\nIs it cause who we be\nThey hear us on the radio and see us on tv\nOr just, playa hate us, be undercover\nJealous cause we mc brothers\nThat's the way, it, goes\nYou know it's 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on\n\nChorus\n\n[Puba - over chorus]\nYeah\nTryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin?\nCause they don't understand, you know?\nPlayin that game, yeah\n\nSee I'm the type of guy that'll say - hey baby, let's get away\nLet's go somewhere far, dig it\nCause i'ma put it on the mornin, if it's on it's on\nWhen I'm goin I'm gone, it won't stop the dawn\nBut I be careful cause the monster be lurkin\nSome honies got it bad where them rubbers don't be workin\nSome stinkbox are like that park called jurassic\nSlide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid\nSo if you're playin them games, you best be careful\nDon't let the 5-1-6 make you dareful\nThere you go, feelin good, you're out of town\nAnd it's one of those nights, you feel like gettin down\nYou ain't choosy on the honey you picked\nNo glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick\nSo you get down for your crown to represent\nHoney's runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent\nThere you go, slidin raw dog again\nNow you're singin new edition song, \"is this the end? \"\n\nChorus (repeat to fade)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Playin the Game\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Puba]\n  I self lord and master\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n  \"You're playin a game. it's all plain.\"\n\n  [Puba]\n  Uhh\n  Here go the style to make the young girls smile\n  They go wild when grand puba's on they radio dial\n  Alamo hit me off with the butter cream\n  Watch me run the ghetto scheme, givin all the honies wet dreams\n  I'm gonna hit you where the drip go drop\n  And make your whole body tickle as we smack the nine-nickel, so\n  Here we come, here go that flow son\n  I be the one who get it done and I ain't done until after honey come\n  You see my flow is great, no greater\n  If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a motherfuckin playa hater\n  Cause they hungry like wally gator\n  Why jealous niggaz try? I ain't woody and this ain't woodpecker pie\n  Is it cause who we be\n  They hear us on the radio and see us on tv\n  Or just, playa hate us, be undercover\n  Jealous cause we mc brothers\n  That's the way, it, goes\n  You know it's 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Puba - over chorus]\n  Yeah\n  Tryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin?\n  Cause they don't understand, you know?\n  Playin that game, yeah\n\n  See I'm the type of guy that'll say - hey baby, let's get away\n  Let's go somewhere far, dig it\n  Cause i'ma put it on the mornin, if it's on it's on\n  When I'm goin I'm gone, it won't stop the dawn\n  But I be careful cause the monster be lurkin\n  Some honies got it bad where them rubbers don't be workin\n  Some stinkbox are like that park called jurassic\n  Slide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid\n  So if you're playin them games, you best be careful\n  Don't let the 5-1-6 make you dareful\n  There you go, feelin good, you're out of town\n  And it's one of those nights, you feel like gettin down\n  You ain't choosy on the honey you picked\n  No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick\n  So you get down for your crown to represent\n  Honey's runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent\n  There you go, slidin raw dog again\n  Now you're singin new edition song, \"is this the end? \"\n\n  Chorus (repeat to fade)\n"},{"id":5531883,"name":"Very Special","trackName":"Very Special","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hook:\n\"Grand Puba is\" (very special) uh ha uh ha (x4)\n\nVerse 1:\nNow many guys may come to you\nWith a line that isn't true\nAnd you, pass them by (pass them by)\nBut it doesn't mean a thing\nCause Grand Puba got that game so won't cha, let me try (let me try)\nNow just because I drive a Mercedes Benz (whooa yeah yeah)\nThat don't mean I'm gonna be trickin' on skins\nSee all I'm sayin' is (la la la la la la la la love me)\nIt's Grand P (twist the L yo twist the L)\nSee I'm sayin' just (la la la la la la la la love me)\nIt's Grand P (twist the L yo twist the L)\nHere goes the man with the pecan tan\nThe one who flims the flam the one who plays weak MC's out like ham\nI got the style that be bangin'\nWhen the flow gets to slangin'\nI be leavin' MCs hangin'\nOn my jammy just swangin'\nSo many brothers try to be me\nOnly two can probably see me that's Ray Charles and Stevie\nMy shit knocks from Lincoln popcorn down to Frangle Rock\nMe turn pop?\nSave that shit for Arnold Redenbach\nCause when it comes to this see Puba's not a stranger\nGet the honies hooked like they kids is hooked on Power Rangers\nAnd I ain't goin' now where word is born\nCause I've been doin' this since Shay Shay Lafon\nI tell my record people everyday\nWe do this my way cause when it comes to my music I don't play\nI'll came and slay ya or I may ah\nMake sure my gettaway is more swifter than O.J.\nBecause...\n\nHook\n\nVerse 2:\nWell who dat who do dat?\nIt's Pubat well true dat\nWhile some try stealin' but they just keep failin'\nCause there's nothin' but smooth sailin'\nThe way I bring it to ya hon\nLeave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done\nThere goes the little drummer boy so purumppapumpum\nIt's Grand Puba hon I hit it ruff like? and still puffin' stuff\nI smack some mingos and sit back and watch my pockets fluff\nGrand Puba here to get the party strarted\nSee I come with thee exotic\nWhile you're puffin' your narcotics\nI'll be damned if this don't hit cha where it's suppose to get cha\nI keep it flowin' now would I bullshit cha?\nI create styles and fashion with compassion\nWhile others are simply trashin' cause my shit is simply smashin'\nStud Doogie still with me\nFrom, sea, to, shining, sea\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Very Special\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  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Lincoln popcorn down to Frangle Rock\n  Me turn pop?\n  Save that shit for Arnold Redenbach\n  Cause when it comes to this see Puba's not a stranger\n  Get the honies hooked like they kids is hooked on Power Rangers\n  And I ain't goin' now where word is born\n  Cause I've been doin' this since Shay Shay Lafon\n  I tell my record people everyday\n  We do this my way cause when it comes to my music I don't play\n  I'll came and slay ya or I may ah\n  Make sure my gettaway is more swifter than O.J.\n  Because...\n\n  Hook\n\n  Verse 2:\n  Well who dat who do dat?\n  It's Pubat well true dat\n  While some try stealin' but they just keep failin'\n  Cause there's nothin' but smooth sailin'\n  The way I bring it to ya hon\n  Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done\n  There goes the little drummer boy so purumppapumpum\n  It's Grand Puba hon I hit it ruff like? and still puffin' stuff\n  I smack some mingos and sit back and watch my pockets fluff\n  Grand Puba here to get the party strarted\n  See I come with thee exotic\n  While you're puffin' your narcotics\n  I'll be damned if this don't hit cha where it's suppose to get cha\n  I keep it flowin' now would I bullshit cha?\n  I create styles and fashion with compassion\n  While others are simply trashin' cause my shit is simply smashin'\n  Stud Doogie still with me\n  From, sea, to, shining, sea\n\n  Hook\n"},{"id":5531033,"name":"Play It Cool","trackName":"Play It Cool","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it cool and move it slow...\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe nature of these humans is to wanna see rip\nIs to wanna see a fight and say should not write\nI say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash\nLet's get this doe and astill let niggaz know\nIt's alot of bad bitches in Atlanta\nNew York is there and it's ripe for the killing\nI say hit me wit a stack, let me live, let me do mine\nLet me be aight, when I rest in the night\nIf you want it, you can get it\nDon't make theatrics if you got soft tactics\nThere's alot of actors out there in the movies\nAnd even more actors in the rap game\nI keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people\nSo I won't confuse the words that I choose\nThe Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble\nWill make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish\nKnown Alamo for 25 years\nSo when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef\nWack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth\nNo label could ever be able to stop me\nThey might try to prop me. put me on promotions, but yo, fuk that\nJust give me my money, ain't a damn thing funny?(real lust)?\nLife is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel\nThat I knew so well, check it out\nCuz money's what the two's all about\n\n(Grand Puba)\nKeep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy\nHey me and Doogie bag mad doe\nWit that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving (move slow)\nSo tell me what the fuk is it\nWeak cyphers can't wait for the God to come and visit\nNiggaz don't know on the d-low\nMe and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe\nSo save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti\nBagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn\nOf putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing\nI put the tic wit the tac cuz I'm the knick wit the knack\nSo save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack\nYou know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts\nOr get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe\nCuz Doogie, you know how shit do\nSo Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo\nGo and tell your motehr, it's return of the blues\n(We can do it better) so fuk them others\nCuz I ain't trying to hear it\nThen if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women\nThe location now, we don't even ask while\nLyrics so deep they keep passing you by\nI'm cutting niggaz down like drive by\nNiggaz can't keep, cuz yo, money, your shit is dry\nGrand Puba, Stud Doogie\nThis is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.44] Play it cool and move it slow...\n[00:23.68] (Sadat X)\n[00:25.02] The nature of these humans is to wanna see rip\n[00:25.25] Is to wanna see a fight and say should not write\n[00:26.46] I say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash\n[00:30.21] Let's get this doe and astill let niggaz know\n[00:32.66] It's alot of bad bitches in Atlanta\n[00:34.76] New York is there and it's ripe for the killing\n[00:37.33] I say hit me wit a stack, let me live, let me do mine\n[00:40.28] Let me be aight, when I rest in the night\n[00:42.74] If you want it, you can get it\n[00:45.09] Don't make theatrics if you got soft tactics\n[00:47.32] There's alot of actors out there in the movies\n[00:49.84] And even more actors in the rap game\n[00:52.38] I keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people\n[00:54.55] So I won't confuse the words that I choose\n[00:57.03] The Brand Nubian 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d-low\n[02:03.83] Me and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe\n[02:06.38] So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti\n[02:10.35] Bagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn\n[02:13.09] Of putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing\n[02:16.84] I put the tic wit the tac cuz I'm the knick wit the knack\n[02:19.39] So save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack\n[02:21.87] You know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts\n[02:24.48] Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe\n[02:27.38] Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do\n[02:29.70] So Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo\n[02:32.53] Go and tell your motehr, it's return of the blues\n[02:34.97] (We can do it better) so fuk them others\n[02:38.26] Cuz I ain't trying to hear it\n[02:40.16] Then if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women\n[02:42.31] The location now, we don't even ask while\n[02:44.84] Lyrics so deep they keep passing you 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on\n"},{"id":5529538,"name":"Change Gonna Come","trackName":"Change Gonna Come","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nYeah positivity over comes negativity check it.\n\nA gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat\nSo stop with the black on black (x2)\n\nVerse 1:\nWe got black on black\nBlack on crack\nKnowledge of self is what the black people lack\nGrew up in the projects with the welfare and the food stamps\nModern day concentration camps\nWhere we lost all our unity\nBecause the negativity pulls us down like gravity\nBlack people on eath others back\nLittle shortie sedated thinkin' the way out is by selling cracks\nI seen black borthers cry like day by day the number multiply\nAnd the devil don't give a damn long as a black man kills another black man\nIt makes his job more eaiser\nAs the tick goes with the tock he's just gettin' sleezier and sleezier\nHere's a good example of yourself\nTalkin' about a devil on a record they put you on the shelf\nAs long as you talk about \"; Yo I bust this nigga and I bust that nigga\";\nYou grow bigger as a rap figure\nBut that's still black on black welcome back\nIt's time to graduate from that\n\nHook:\nChange gon come change gon come time to free the dumb time to free the dumb\n(X3)\nChange gon come say what say what so get up out the slum\n\nVerse 2:\nNow let's deal on the real don't you set sick of this?\nThe way we hate eachother the shit's rediculous\nIt's time to move on to the next phase\nCause there's too many shorties gettin' boxed in the grave\nSome think respect is an uzi or a tech\nBut when he steals your intellect it's like a rope around your neck\nThat's the 2000 tricknowledge\nThat's the shit you won't learn in college brother\nYou get to be strong you got to hold on\nYou got to know the ledge before you hit the edge\nTime to get wise and civilize\nOpen up your eyes all three eyes and recognzie\nWhat your doing all that bullshit you pursueing\nPut your whole life on ruin\nLet's kill the black on black vigga\nCause it only gets us locked up or in the box quicker\nAnd that's ain't how you get the cheese\nCause now ya locked up or gunned down by your enemy\nBut I'm a deader that gat\nRemember a gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat\nWord is born\n\nKeep it true God keep it true (x8)\n\nPuba talking:\nKnowhatI'msayin'? Time to civilize you know get wise. Think. Stop and think\nYouknowhatI'msayin'? No doubt. Check it so just...\n\nStop think, listen to the God hear what he's sayin'. (x2)\n\nHook\n\nOutro:\nNo doubt I'd like to send this one out to all the people still striving and\nStugglin'to keep it real youknowhatI'msayin'? Not actin' like we keepin' it\nReal no doubt. Peace and love. That's D on the hook off.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Change Gonna Come\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it.\n\n  A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat\n  So stop with the black on black (x2)\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We got black on black\n  Black on crack\n  Knowledge of self is what the black people lack\n  Grew up in the projects with the welfare and the food stamps\n  Modern day concentration camps\n  Where we lost all our unity\n  Because the negativity pulls us down like gravity\n  Black people on eath others back\n  Little shortie sedated thinkin' the way out is by selling cracks\n  I seen black borthers cry like day by day the number multiply\n  And the devil don't give a damn long as a black man kills another black man\n  It makes his job more eaiser\n  As the tick goes with the tock he's just gettin' sleezier and sleezier\n  Here's a good example of yourself\n  Talkin' about a devil on a record they put you on the shelf\n  As long as you talk about \"; Yo I bust this nigga and I bust that nigga\";\n  You grow bigger as a rap figure\n  But that's still black on black welcome back\n  It's time to graduate from that\n\n  Hook:\n  Change gon come change gon come time to free the dumb time to free the dumb\n  (X3)\n  Change gon come say what say what so get up out the slum\n\n  Verse 2:\n  Now let's deal on the real don't you set sick of this?\n  The way we hate eachother the shit's rediculous\n  It's time to move on to the next phase\n  Cause there's too many shorties gettin' boxed in the grave\n  Some think respect is an uzi or a tech\n  But when he steals your intellect it's like a rope around your neck\n  That's the 2000 tricknowledge\n  That's the shit you won't learn in college brother\n  You get to be strong you got to hold on\n  You got to know the ledge before you hit the edge\n  Time to get wise and civilize\n  Open up your eyes all three eyes and recognzie\n  What your doing all that bullshit you pursueing\n  Put your whole life on ruin\n  Let's kill the black on black vigga\n  Cause it only gets us locked up or in the box quicker\n  And that's ain't how you get the cheese\n  Cause now ya locked up or gunned down by your enemy\n  But I'm a deader that gat\n  Remember a gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat\n  Word is born\n\n  Keep it true God keep it true (x8)\n\n  Puba talking:\n  KnowhatI'msayin'? Time to civilize you know get wise. Think. Stop and think\n  YouknowhatI'msayin'? No doubt. Check it so just...\n\n  Stop think, listen to the God hear what he's sayin'. (x2)\n\n  Hook\n\n  Outro:\n  No doubt I'd like to send this one out to all the people still striving and\n  Stugglin'to keep it real youknowhatI'msayin'? Not actin' like we keepin' it\n  Real no doubt. Peace and love. That's D on the hook off.\n"},{"id":5531034,"name":"Play It Cool (Feat. Sadat X)","trackName":"Play It Cool (Feat. Sadat X)","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Play it cool and move it slow...\n\n(Sadat X)\nThe nature of these humans is to wanna see rip\nIs to wanna see a fight and say should not write\nI say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash\nLet's get this doe and astill let niggaz know\nIt's alot of bad bitches in Atlanta\nNew York is there and it's ripe for the killing\nI say hit me wit a stack, let me live, let me do mine\nLet me be aight, when I rest in the night\nIf you want it, you can get it\nDon't make theatrics if you got soft tactics\nThere's alot of actors out there in the movies\nAnd even more actors in the rap game\nI keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people\nSo I won't confuse the words that I choose\nThe Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble\nWill make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish\nKnown Alamo for 25 years\nSo when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef\nWack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth\nNo label could ever be able to stop me\nThey might try to prop me. put me on promotions, but yo, fuk that\nJust give me my money, ain't a damn thing funny?(real lust)?\nLife is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel\nThat I knew so well, check it out\nCuz money's what the two's all about\n\n(Grand Puba)\nKeep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy\nHey me and Doogie bag mad doe\nWit that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving (move slow)\nSo tell me what the fuk is it\nWeak cyphers can't wait for the God to come and visit\nNiggaz don't know on the d-low\nMe and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe\nSo save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti\nBagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn\nOf putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing\nI put the tic wit the tac cuz I'm the knick wit the knack\nSo save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack\nYou know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts\nOr get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe\nCuz Doogie, you know how shit do\nSo Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo\nGo and tell your motehr, it's return of the blues\n(We can do it better) so fuk them others\nCuz I ain't trying to hear it\nThen if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women\nThe location now, we don't even ask while\nLyrics so deep they keep passing you by\nI'm cutting niggaz down like drive by\nNiggaz can't keep, cuz yo, money, your shit is dry\nGrand Puba, Stud Doogie\nThis is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.44] Play it cool and move it slow...\n[00:23.68] (Sadat X)\n[00:25.02] The nature of these humans is to wanna see rip\n[00:25.25] Is to wanna see a fight and say should not write\n[00:26.46] I say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash\n[00:30.21] Let's get this doe and astill let niggaz know\n[00:32.66] It's alot of bad bitches in Atlanta\n[00:34.76] New York is there and it's ripe for the killing\n[00:37.33] I say hit me wit a stack, let me live, let me do mine\n[00:40.28] Let me be aight, when I rest in the night\n[00:42.74] If you want it, you can get it\n[00:45.09] Don't make theatrics if you got soft tactics\n[00:47.32] There's alot of actors out there in the movies\n[00:49.84] And even more actors in the rap game\n[00:52.38] I keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people\n[00:54.55] So I won't confuse the words that I choose\n[00:57.03] The Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble\n[00:59.93] Will make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish\n[01:03.28] Known Alamo for 25 years\n[01:05.55] So when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef\n[01:08.26] Wack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth\n[01:10.67] No label could ever be able to stop me\n[01:13.62] They might try to prop me. put me on promotions, but yo, fuk that\n[01:17.61] Just give me my money, ain't a damn thing funny?(real lust)?\n[01:20.81] Life is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel\n[01:26.74] That I knew so well, check it out\n[01:29.86] Cuz money's what the two's all about\n[01:33.42] (Grand Puba)\n[01:42.52] Keep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy\n[01:52.13] Hey me and Doogie bag mad doe\n[01:53.91] Wit that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving (move slow)\n[01:56.87] So tell me what the fuk is it\n[01:59.12] Weak cyphers can't wait for the God to come and visit\n[02:01.43] Niggaz don't know on the d-low\n[02:03.83] Me and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe\n[02:06.38] So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti\n[02:10.35] Bagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn\n[02:13.09] Of putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing\n[02:16.84] I put the tic wit the tac cuz I'm the knick wit the knack\n[02:19.39] So save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack\n[02:21.87] You know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts\n[02:24.48] Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe\n[02:27.38] Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do\n[02:29.70] So Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo\n[02:32.53] Go and tell your motehr, it's return of the blues\n[02:34.97] (We can do it better) so fuk them others\n[02:38.26] Cuz I ain't trying to hear it\n[02:40.16] Then if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women\n[02:42.31] The location now, we don't even ask while\n[02:44.84] Lyrics so deep they keep passing you by\n[02:48.42] I'm cutting niggaz down like drive by\n[02:50.47] Niggaz can't keep, cuz yo, money, your shit is dry\n[02:53.31] Grand Puba, Stud Doogie\n[02:54.95] This is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on\n[03:01.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Play It Cool (Feat. 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money), can you dig it?\nAmazin' (big money), can you dig it?\nDon't worry 'bout it (big money), can you dig it?\nAmazing (big money), can you dig it?\nDon't worry 'bout it (big money), can you dig it?\nAmazin'\n\nWell don't you know what, time again for the big shot, Doogie (Big shot)\nReady or not, hit the buddha spot (buddha spot)\nTime to get the cash (time to get the honey)\nTime to get cash (time to get the money)\nCheck it, I got the knack to put the groove in your back\nSqueeze a rhyme like a pistol 'cause I'm smooth as Harvey Bristol\nI come clean with more protein than ovaltine\nThe way I heat shit up, you think my jaws was dipped in gasoline\n\nWoo, now that's a fire\nPuba got the high-tech shit while other MCs come cheap like papaya\nSo let's get down to the situation\nSmooth like a Temptation, Puba makes it good like penetration\nThat's how it's suppose to be\nNo question, so don't you put a rush on me\nI'm not a rookie, I'm a pro, you see my flow\nGets me the dough, you better ask somebody if ya don't know\n\nAmazin' (don't worry 'bout it), big money (can you dig it?)\nAmazin' (can you dig it?), don't worry 'bout it (can you dig it?)\nAmazin' (can you dig it?), don't worry 'bout it (can you dig it?)\nAmazin' (can you dig it?), don't worry 'bout it (can you dig it?)\n\nDig it? Said I'd like to know where you got the notion\nSaid I'd like to know where you got the notion, dig this\nMy beats kick you in the head like a Timberland\nMe and my crew stay tight like the X-Men\nI gets mean and then I turn into the Wolverine\nAnd then I grab the mic and blow the spot to smithereens\nI gets down for the money, honey, I got the style that's real\nThat's why brothers chew my shit up like gummy bears\nIt's the New York shocker representin' like a Knickerbocker\nWatch me get it cookin' like Betty Crocker\n\nI'll make you trip like I'm indo smoke\n'Cause I'm downright nasty like Diet Coke\nSee, I ain't no joke 'cause I got mad style wicked and wild\nMama's second child throwin' rappers to the pile\nGames point-blank call me Shabba 'cause I rank\nDon't run around with toast cause my people on a tank\nClown won't get me 'cause I'm God body\nMoses asked me how to part the Red Sea\nTrippin' MCs up like AstroTurf\n\nPuttin' wack MCs outta business like Woolworths\nI'ma tell you somethin' straight off the goddamn press\nI'ma handle my business right\nBoy, I ain't come here for no foolishness\nI hit the set then I jet, can't trust a girl who piss standin' up\nTryin' to get a whole lot of niggas wet\nBecause I con ya like Chaka, hit ya like vodka\n\nMe and rhymes connect like walls and Magic Markers\nIt's Grand Puba for the membrane\nWiping brothers off the maps and leavin' shit stains\nThat's how I feel, 'cause I always keep my shit on the reel to reel\nMakin' niggas happy like a kid with a happy meal\nSo, uh, what you need to do is\n\nDo a little dance, yeah\nSmoke a little bud (say what?)\nGet down tonight (uptown)\nGet down tonight (dig it, yo)\nWe gotta do a little dance (do a little dance)\nSmoke a little bud (smoke a little bud)\nGet down tonight (uptown, downtown)\nGet down tonight (yeah, niggas hold tight)\nUptown situation\nLike always, you know what I'm sayin'? all day\nMash ya, one time\nDoogie love, hold tight, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.06] Don't worry 'bout it (big money), can you dig it?\n[00:05.14] Amazin' (big money), can you dig it?\n[00:06.62] Don't worry 'bout it (big money), can you dig it?\n[00:09.04] Amazin' (big money), can you dig it?\n[00:11.76] Don't worry 'bout it (big money), can you dig it?\n[00:14.06] Amazing (big money), can you dig it?\n[00:16.36] Don't worry 'bout it (big money), can you dig it?\n[00:18.81] Amazin'\n[00:19.57] Well don't you know what, time again for the big shot, Doogie (Big shot)\n[00:22.80] Ready or not, hit the buddha spot (buddha spot)\n[00:25.49] Time to get the cash (time to get the honey)\n[00:27.57] Time to get cash (time to get the money)\n[00:29.98] Check it, I got the knack to put the groove in your back\n[00:32.37] Squeeze a rhyme like a pistol 'cause I'm smooth as Harvey Bristol\n[00:34.82] I come clean with more protein than ovaltine\n[00:37.02] The way I heat shit up, you think my jaws was dipped in gasoline\n[00:39.78] Woo, now that's a fire\n[00:41.57] Puba got the high-tech shit while other MCs come cheap like papaya\n[00:45.14] So let's get down to the situation\n[00:46.97] Smooth like a Temptation, Puba makes it good like penetration\n[00:49.92] That's how it's suppose to be\n[00:51.67] No question, so don't you put a rush on me\n[00:54.79] I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro, you see my flow\n[00:56.76] Gets me the dough, you better ask somebody if ya don't know\n[00:59.66] Amazin' (don't worry 'bout it), big money (can you dig it?)\n[01:04.54] Amazin' (can you dig it?), don't worry 'bout it (can you dig it?)\n[01:07.24] Amazin' (can you dig it?), don't worry 'bout it (can you dig it?)\n[01:12.91] Amazin' (can you dig it?), don't worry 'bout it (can you dig it?)\n[01:18.39] Dig it? Said I'd like to know where you got the notion\n[01:22.95] Said I'd like to know where you got the notion, dig this\n[01:28.69] My beats kick you in the head like a Timberland\n[01:31.24] Me and my crew stay tight like the X-Men\n[01:33.58] I gets mean and then I turn into the Wolverine\n[01:35.82] And then I grab the mic and blow the spot to smithereens\n[01:38.57] I gets down for the money, honey, I got the style that's real\n[01:41.85] That's why brothers chew my shit up like gummy bears\n[01:44.16] It's the New York shocker representin' like a Knickerbocker\n[01:47.32] Watch me get it cookin' like Betty Crocker\n[01:49.95] I'll make you trip like I'm indo smoke\n[01:51.63] 'Cause I'm downright nasty like Diet Coke\n[01:54.03] See, I ain't no joke 'cause I got mad style wicked and wild\n[01:57.84] Mama's second child throwin' rappers to the pile\n[02:00.40] Games point-blank call me Shabba 'cause I rank\n[02:02.70] Don't run around with toast cause my people on a tank\n[02:05.22] Clown won't get me 'cause I'm God body\n[02:07.42] Moses asked me how to part the Red Sea\n[02:10.33] Trippin' MCs up like AstroTurf\n[02:12.40] Puttin' wack MCs outta business like Woolworths\n[02:14.99] I'ma tell you somethin' straight off the goddamn press\n[02:17.57] I'ma handle my business right\n[02:19.16] Boy, I ain't come here for no foolishness\n[02:20.40] I hit the set then I jet, can't trust a girl who piss standin' up\n[02:23.53] Tryin' to get a whole lot of niggas wet\n[02:26.24] Because I con ya like Chaka, hit ya like vodka\n[02:28.67] Me and rhymes connect like walls and Magic Markers\n[02:31.19] It's Grand Puba for the membrane\n[02:32.78] Wiping brothers off the maps and leavin' shit stains\n[02:34.91] That's how I feel, 'cause I always keep my shit on the reel to reel\n[02:38.29] Makin' niggas happy like a kid with a happy meal\n[02:40.57] So, uh, what you need to do is\n[02:42.84] Do a little dance, yeah\n[02:44.70] Smoke a little bud (say what?)\n[02:47.09] Get down tonight (uptown)\n[02:49.34] Get down tonight (dig it, yo)\n[02:51.91] We gotta do a little dance (do a little dance)\n[02:54.46] Smoke a little bud (smoke a little bud)\n[02:56.80] Get down tonight (uptown, downtown)\n[02:59.67] Get down tonight (yeah, niggas hold tight)\n[03:01.79] Uptown situation\n[03:04.25] Like always, you know what I'm sayin'? 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outside, knowing who to give?\nBut you know how niggaz from the projects are\nFree drinks 'til ten, yo money, where's the fucking bar?\n\nHonies all creamed out types and all looking cute\nMe and Doogie same ol' low-top baggy jeans and boots\nBody banging, tits hanging while we profiling\nMe and Ali' mad geeked off Long Island\n\nUhh, picture that but then it dawned on me black\nHoney set them traps that's why Tyson was where he was at\nThey want you for your name and fame, quick to get butt naked\nWhen you play 'em out, they run and said you tried to take it\n\nThat's why I don't talk to those, who like to pose in videos\nWith no clothes and groupies at shows\n'Cause I know what's going on, you won't catch me in the wrong\nDon't even try it baby, dig it\n\nLook at that sexy mama\nShe sho' likes to grind\nLook at that sexy lady\nPlease don't waste my time\n\nWell, times is getting drastic, time to pack the plastic\nSlide up in the wrong one, you'll end up in the casket\nNo not me, I'm 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mama\n  She sho' likes to grind\n  Look at that sexy lady\n  Please don't waste my time\n\n  Well, times is getting drastic, time to pack the plastic\n  Slide up in the wrong one, you'll end up in the casket\n  No not me, I'm more careful see\n  I make sho' I can't catch that old HIV\n\n  But I tell you entertainment is some shit\n  These groupie girls are sick\n  Do most anything so they can get picked\n  To come to your room, smoke a little boom\n\n  Hear a little tune after that, zoom zoom\n  No thanks, I'm only here for the bank\n  And I'ma tell you point blank, won't let my dick walk the plank\n  I hate to bust your bubble so be out on the double\n\n  'Cause I know how you groupies are and I don't want no trouble\n  So give me my cash and I'll pass on that ass\n  When it comes to hitting ass on the road I'll just fast\n  But don't you talk about skins all the time?\n\n  Baby, not all the time but when I do talk about skins they mine\n  I refuse to go out like Magic Johnson have to retire\n  'Cause I touched a live wire, now my shit's on fire\n  I travel in the name of Allah\n\n  Won't be a falling star for no hooker in a bra, that's dead\n  You won't, roll me out, on a stretcher\n  'Cause my second head, led my first head into bed\n  So baby gets to stepping, be gone 'fore you nigga make a move like that\n  Just make sure you put a rubber on\n\n  Look at that sexy mama\n  She sho' likes to grind\n  Look at that sexy lady\n  Please don't waste my time\n"},{"id":2382498,"name":"I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)","trackName":"I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nLadies and gentlemen, I've found him\nI want you to meet the baddest motherfucker in town (right on, right on, right on)\nWho is it?\nWell it's Grand Puba honey\nWith my man snug doogie love\nDroppin' 2000, dig the way this go down\nCheck it\nI hit a flow all dipped in lotion\n\nSit back and sip moe as I'm countin' my doe\nGrand Puba macks well, Doogie, comin' with the New York\nWe keep it real like jail when we might talk\nHonies know 'cause when I'm in the set\nGrand Puba is the one who makes they stink box wet\nSo let me tell ya somethin' lady\nWhen ya flow this flow then it's all cream and baby\nI made this one for the brothers in the party\nTo find a hottie\nAnd dance body to body\nStep one: first you grab honey by the waist\nStep two: then you move at a ghetto pace\nStep three: then ya look her dead in the face\nStep four: now it's time to leave this place\nHold up, be careful of the cheesa's\nThe teasa's, the one who wants the money and the visa's\nI'ma tell honies straight off the bat\nBut please don't even go there with that, Dig it\nThis ones designed to make your spine in your back wind\nGrand Puba lights it up for you every time\n\nOoooh, yeah I like it\nAnd ya say New York City (I like it)\nOoooh, yeah I like it\nAnd ya and ya say New York City (I like it)\nOoooh, yeah I like it\nAnd ya say New York City (I like it)\n\nOoooh yeah I like it\nAnd ya say (I like it)\nCould it be I've stayed away too long\nSeems MC's be wishing I was gone\nBecause they wanna be where I are\n\nBut ya can't get that far\nSo stop wishing on a star\nIt's only one Grand P, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with\nMe\nIts no doubt I come real with that\nThe butter track\nThe one that makes the honeis hit the bed mat\nIm energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit\nSo just move like I'm simon and I said it\nYa see my flow is just a step ahead\nI'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down right nasty like newlyweds\nSo back up and let me breathe, 'cause when it comes to gettin' down\nI'm gettin' looser than a crackheads hair weave\nAnd I, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this\nIf ya search a million miles\nSo why'n cha let Puba ingnite your party\nI hit a flow liike Al Jarrow\nBut I've been doin' this for years\nI'm leavin' MC's in tears, tears, dig it\nCause they fallin' just like the rain\nGrand Puba's too much for the brain\nNow gold diggers who try to get it\nI left 'em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted\nCause Puba's everything, and everything is Pu\nCause I hit'em with the (one), and then with the (two)\nYeah, 'cause that's just how Grand Pu and Sadat doogie do\nYa didn't know I was the bomb baby\nSomebody should've told you, somebody should have told you\n\nOoooh, yeah I like it (I like it)\nOoooh, yeah I like it (I like it)\nAnd ya say New York City\nOoooh, yeah I like it (no doubt)\n\nAnd ya say New York City\nOoooh, yeah I like it\nHa ha, and ya say\n\n'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt\nDown for ours we get down no doubt\nDown for ours we get down no doubt\nDown for ours we get down\n\nCause we get down for ours we get down no doubt\nDown for ours we get down no doubt\nDown for ours we get down no doubt\nNinety-five flav, and I'm out\n\n(Oooh, yeah I like it)\n(Oooh, yeah. . . . . I like it)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.24] Yeah\n[00:12.31] Ladies and gentlemen, I've found him\n[00:17.86] I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker in town (right on, right on, right on)\n[00:22.38] Who is it?\n[00:24.83] Well it's Grand Puba honey\n[00:26.36] With my man snug doogie love\n[00:28.85] Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down\n[00:33.90] Check it\n[00:35.32] I hit a flow all dipped in lotion\n[00:37.87] Sit back and sip moe as I'm countin' my doe\n[00:39.98] Grand Puba macks well, Doogie, comin' with the New York\n[00:43.35] We keep it real like jail when we might talk\n[00:45.86] Honies know 'cause when I'm in the set\n[00:48.30] Grand Puba is the one who makes they stink box wet\n[00:50.87] So let me tell ya somethin' lady\n[00:52.93] When ya flow this flow then it's all cream and baby\n[00:55.40] I made this one for the brothers in the party\n[00:57.97] To find a hottie\n[00:58.95] And dance body to body\n[01:00.42] Step one: first you grab honey by the waist\n[01:02.30] Step two: then you move at a ghetto pace\n[01:04.95] Step three: then ya look her dead in the face\n[01:07.92] Step four: now it's time to leave this place\n[01:09.97] Hold up, be careful of the cheesa's\n[01:12.41] The teasa's, the one who wants the money and the visa's\n[01:15.47] I'ma tell honies straight off the bat\n[01:17.99] But please don't even go there with that, Dig it\n[01:20.59] This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind\n[01:23.07] Grand Puba lights it up for you every time\n[01:25.90] Ooooh, yeah I like it\n[01:29.03] And ya say New York City (I like it)\n[01:31.51] Ooooh, yeah I like it\n[01:34.01] And ya and ya say New York City (I like it)\n[01:35.58] Ooooh, yeah I like it\n[01:39.00] And ya say New York City (I like it)\n[01:41.05] Ooooh yeah I like it\n[01:44.05] And ya say (I like it)\n[01:45.55] Could it be I've stayed away too long\n[01:49.55] Seems MC's be wishing I was gone\n[01:55.08] Because they wanna be where I are\n[01:57.52] But ya can't get that far\n[01:59.02] So stop wishing on a star\n[02:01.63] It's only one Grand P, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with\n[02:06.18] Me\n[02:06.53] Its no doubt I come real with that\n[02:08.10] The butter track\n[02:09.02] The one that makes the honeis hit the bed mat\n[02:11.13] Im energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit\n[02:14.08] So just move like I'm simon and I said it\n[02:16.18] Ya see my flow is just a step ahead\n[02:18.05] I'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down right nasty like newlyweds\n[02:21.19] So back up and let me breathe, 'cause when it comes to gettin' down\n[02:24.63] I'm gettin' looser than a crackheads hair weave\n[02:26.18] And I, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this\n[02:30.16] If ya search a million miles\n[02:31.65] So why'n cha let Puba ingnite your party\n[02:33.63] I hit a flow liike Al Jarrow\n[02:36.16] But I've been doin' this for years\n[02:37.64] I'm leavin' MC's in tears, tears, dig it\n[02:41.60] Cause they fallin' just like the rain\n[02:43.26] Grand Puba's too much for the brain\n[02:45.77] Now gold diggers who try to get it\n[02:48.21] I left 'em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted\n[02:51.28] Cause Puba's everything, and everything is Pu\n[02:55.25] Cause I hit'em with the (one), and then with the (two)\n[02:57.71] Yeah, 'cause that's just how Grand Pu and Sadat doogie do\n[03:01.23] Ya didn't know I was the bomb baby\n[03:02.71] Somebody should've told you, somebody should have told you\n[03:06.77] Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)\n[03:09.29] Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)\n[03:14.89] And ya say New York City\n[03:16.39] Ooooh, yeah I like it (no doubt)\n[03:18.82] And ya say New York City\n[03:21.33] Ooooh, yeah I like it\n[03:24.88] Ha ha, and ya say\n[03:26.35] 'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt\n[03:28.84] Down for ours we get down no doubt\n[03:31.30] Down for ours we get down no doubt\n[03:33.89] Down for ours we get down\n[03:36.32] Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt\n[03:38.88] Down for ours we get down no doubt\n[03:41.45] Down for ours we get down no doubt\n[03:43.92] Ninety-five flav, and I'm out\n[03:46.41] (Oooh, yeah I like it)\n[03:49.92] (Oooh, yeah. . . . . 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I like it)\n"},{"id":2711959,"name":"A Little of This","trackName":"A Little of This","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n(Let's do it) Yeah (yeah) get down situation get down no doubt 95. (We're\ntalkin' 2000) How we represent. Come a kick it with\nIntro:\nA little of this and a little of that (and a little of that) (x4)\nVerse 1:\nCheck it I get the gumtions to make your conjuction function\nSo honey get it straight or be on your roller blades and skate\nMy style switch fast like a rash then it get you itchin'\nMy flow is crisp like a bucket full of Cornnels chicken\nI mold the beat like pottery lyrics flow like blood through the artery\nWith more rhymes then numbers at the lottery\nYou know my stello have my doe and watch me drop a flow\nI wax shit up and make it shine like I was Mop & Glow\nSo come on baby love let's put it on no fakin' moves\nLet's flip on it heads I win and tails you lose\nGOT CHA\nGrand Puba comes with alladat\nBecause I got more game then quarters in the laundry mat\nUh we keep it tight the way it's suppose to be\nWhile jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me\nNo doubt cause we hit 'em with...\nHook\nVerse 2:\nDig it I got to be one of the baddest brothers on the planet\nI'm baggin' honies and they all got bodies just like Janet\nI play it save never takin' chickenheads for granded\nI'm Superman and Lois takes my rhymes to Daily Planet\nI got more promise then timers who makes ? muffins\nI do more stickin' in chicken then Stove Top Stuffing\nNo doubt about it hun I hit from here to China\nWhen I drop the D minor watch me soggy your vagina\nGrand Puba, Stud Doogie droppin' clonkite\nPrefer the chocolate like the outside of a Klondike\nThat's how it go and tha'ts the way it's designed\nSo you can Stoke Me Down I don't mind\nWe keep it tight and that's the way it's suppose to be\nWhile jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me\nHook\nOutro:\nYou gotta be that shit (take your time young man). The way it's designed to\nease your mind in the 95 flavor. No doubt no questions aked cause we\nfulfill that task. We keep it real like Jill youknowhatI'msayin'? We gonna\nmove it on for the year 2000. Big up all you New York City style squads in\nit to the fullest.\nLive your life (x6)\nNo doubt that's what we talking about. (C'mon and just get down) (With\nGrand Puba and Stud Doogie just get down) (x4) (Big Jeff in the hosue the\nNeyru in the house and the K to the I to the D is in the house. 2000. 2000","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] (Let's do it) Yeah (yeah) get down situation get down no doubt 95. (We're\n[00:08.44] talkin' 2000) How we represent. Come a kick it with\n[00:11.48] A little of this and a little of that (and a little of that)\n[00:22.65] Check it I get the gumtions to make your conjuction function\n[00:26.10] So honey get it straight or be on your roller blades and skate\n[00:28.52] My style switch fast like a rash then it get you itchin'\n[00:31.59] My flow is crisp like a bucket full of Cornnels chicken\n[00:34.53] I mold the beat like pottery lyrics flow like blood through the artery\n[00:38.58] With more rhymes then numbers at the lottery\n[00:40.95] You know my stello have my doe and watch me drop a flow\n[00:43.73] I wax shit up and make it shine like I was Mop & Glow\n[00:46.77] So come on baby love let's put it on no fakin' moves\n[00:49.27] Let's flip on it heads I win and tails you lose\n[00:52.35] GOT CHA\n[00:53.26] Grand Puba comes with alladat\n[00:54.96] Because I got more game then quarters in the laundry mat\n[00:57.95] Uh we keep it tight the way it's suppose to be\n[01:00.37] While jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me\n[01:03.42] No doubt cause we hit 'em with...\n[01:16.50] Dig it I got to be one of the baddest brothers on the planet\n[01:19.83] I'm baggin' honies and they all got bodies just like Janet\n[01:22.56] I play it save never takin' chickenheads for granded\n[01:25.64] I'm Superman and Lois takes my rhymes to Daily Planet\n[01:28.39] I got more promise then timers who makes? muffins\n[01:31.13] I do more stickin' in chicken then Stove Top Stuffing\n[01:34.22] No doubt about it hun I hit from here to China\n[01:36.35] When I drop the D minor watch me soggy your vagina\n[01:39.90] Grand Puba, Stud Doogie droppin' clonkite\n[01:42.78] Prefer the chocolate like the outside of a Klondike\n[01:45.38] That's how it go and tha'ts the way it's designed\n[01:47.72] So you can Stoke Me Down I don't mind\n[01:51.14] We keep it tight and that's the way it's suppose to be\n[01:53.52] While jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me\n[02:10.01] You gotta be that shit (take your time young man). The way it's designed to\n[02:14.30] ease your mind in the 95 flavor. No doubt no questions aked cause we\n[02:18.62] fulfill that task. We keep it real like Jill youknowhatI'msayin'? We gonna\n[02:22.13] move it on for the year 2000. Big up all you New York City style squads in\n[02:27.67] it to the fullest.\n[02:28.46] Live your life\n[02:45.02] No doubt that's what we talking about. (C'mon and just get down) (With\n[02:53.03] Grand Puba and Stud Doogie just get down) (Big Jeff in the hosue the\n[03:18.08] Neyru in the house and the K to the I to the D is in the house. 2000. 2000\n[03:35.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Little of This\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Let's do it) Yeah (yeah) get down situation get down no doubt 95. (We're\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 8440\n- text: talkin' 2000) How we represent. 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The way it's designed to\n  ease your mind in the 95 flavor. No doubt no questions aked cause we\n  fulfill that task. We keep it real like Jill youknowhatI'msayin'? We gonna\n  move it on for the year 2000. Big up all you New York City style squads in\n  it to the fullest.\n  Live your life (x6)\n  No doubt that's what we talking about. 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start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121430\n- text: Niggaz don't know on the d-low\n  start_ms: 121430\n  end_ms: 123830\n- text: Me and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe\n  start_ms: 123830\n  end_ms: 126380\n- text: So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti\n  start_ms: 126380\n  end_ms: 130350\n- text: Bagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn\n  start_ms: 130350\n  end_ms: 133090\n- text: Of putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing\n  start_ms: 133090\n  end_ms: 136840\n- text: I put the tic wit the tac cuz I'm the knick wit the knack\n  start_ms: 136840\n  end_ms: 139390\n- text: So save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack\n  start_ms: 139390\n  end_ms: 141870\n- text: You know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts\n  start_ms: 141870\n  end_ms: 144480\n- text: Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe\n  start_ms: 144480\n  end_ms: 147380\n- text: Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do\n  start_ms: 147380\n  end_ms: 149700\n- text: So Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo\n  start_ms: 149700\n  end_ms: 152530\n- text: Go and tell your motehr, it's return of the blues\n  start_ms: 152530\n  end_ms: 154970\n- text: (We can do it better) so fuk them others\n  start_ms: 154970\n  end_ms: 158260\n- text: Cuz I ain't trying to hear it\n  start_ms: 158260\n  end_ms: 160160\n- text: Then if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women\n  start_ms: 160160\n  end_ms: 162310\n- text: The location now, we don't even ask while\n  start_ms: 162310\n  end_ms: 164840\n- text: Lyrics so deep they keep passing you by\n  start_ms: 164840\n  end_ms: 168420\n- text: I'm cutting niggaz down like drive by\n  start_ms: 168420\n  end_ms: 170470\n- text: Niggaz can't keep, cuz yo, money, your shit is dry\n  start_ms: 170470\n  end_ms: 173310\n- text: Grand Puba, Stud Doogie\n  start_ms: 173310\n  end_ms: 174950\n- text: This is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on\n  start_ms: 174950\n  end_ms: 181480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 181480\nplain: |-\n  Play it cool and move it slow...\n\n  (Sadat X)\n  The nature of these humans is to wanna see rip\n  Is to wanna see a fight and say should not write\n  I say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash\n  Let's get this doe and astill let niggaz know\n  It's alot of bad bitches in Atlanta\n  New York is there and it's ripe for the killing\n  I say hit me wit a stack, let me live, let me do mine\n  Let me be aight, when I rest in the night\n  If you want it, you can get it\n  Don't make theatrics if you got soft tactics\n  There's alot of actors out there in the movies\n  And even more actors in the rap game\n  I keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people\n  So I won't confuse the words that I choose\n  The Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble\n  Will make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish\n  Known Alamo for 25 years\n  So when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef\n  Wack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth\n  No label could ever be able to stop me\n  They might try to prop me. put me on promotions, but yo, fuk that\n  Just give me my money, ain't a damn thing funny?(real lust)?\n  Life is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel\n  That I knew so well, check it out\n  Cuz money's what the two's all about\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Keep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy\n  Hey me and Doogie bag mad doe\n  Wit that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving (move slow)\n  So tell me what the fuk is it\n  Weak cyphers can't wait for the God to come and visit\n  Niggaz don't know on the d-low\n  Me and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe\n  So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti\n  Bagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn\n  Of putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing\n  I put the tic wit the tac cuz I'm the knick wit the knack\n  So save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack\n  You know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts\n  Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe\n  Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do\n  So Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo\n  Go and tell your motehr, it's return of the blues\n  (We can do it better) so fuk them others\n  Cuz I ain't trying to hear it\n  Then if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women\n  The location now, we don't even ask while\n  Lyrics so deep they keep passing you by\n  I'm cutting niggaz down like drive by\n  Niggaz can't keep, cuz yo, money, your shit is dry\n  Grand Puba, Stud Doogie\n  This is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on\n"},{"id":21283210,"name":"A Little Of This","trackName":"A Little Of This","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":217.182041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Let's do it) Yeah (yeah) get down situation get down no doubt 95. (We're\nTalkin' 2000) How we represent. Come a kick it with\n\nA little of this and a little of that (and a little of that)\n\nCheck it I get the gumtions to make your conjuction function\nSo honey get it straight or be on your roller blades and skate\nMy style switch fast like a rash then it get you itchin'\nMy flow is crisp like a bucket full of Cornnels chicken\nI mold the beat like pottery lyrics flow like blood through the artery\nWith more rhymes then numbers at the lottery\nYou know my stello have my doe and watch me drop a flow\nI wax shit up and make it shine like I was Mop & Glow\nSo come on baby love let's put it on no fakin' moves\nLet's flip on it heads I win and tails you lose\nGOT CHA\nGrand Puba comes with alladat\nBecause I got more game then quarters in the laundry mat\nUh we keep it tight the way it's suppose to be\nWhile jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me\nNo doubt cause we hit 'em with...\n\nDig it I got to be one of the baddest brothers on the planet\nI'm baggin' honies and they all got bodies just like Janet\nI play it save never takin' chickenheads for granded\nI'm Superman and Lois takes my rhymes to Daily Planet\nI got more promise then timers who makes? muffins\nI do more stickin' in chicken then Stove Top Stuffing\nNo doubt about it hun I hit from here to China\nWhen I drop the D minor watch me soggy your vagina\nGrand Puba, Stud Doogie droppin' clonkite\nPrefer the chocolate like the outside of a Klondike\nThat's how it go and tha'ts the way it's designed\nSo you can Stoke Me Down I don't mind\nWe keep it tight and that's the way it's suppose to be\nWhile jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me\n\nYou gotta be that shit (take your time young man). The way it's designed to\nEase your mind in the 95 flavor. No doubt no questions aked cause we\nFulfill that task. We keep it real like Jill youknowhatI'msayin'? We gonna\nMove it on for the year 2000. Big up all you New York City style squads in\nIt to the fullest.\nLive your life\nNo doubt that's what we talking about. (C'mon and just get down) (With\nGrand Puba and Stud Doogie just get down) (Big Jeff in the hosue the\nNeyru in the house and the K to the I to the D is in the house. 2000. 2000","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Little Of This\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 217182\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Let's do it) Yeah (yeah) get down situation get down no doubt 95. (We're\n  Talkin' 2000) How we represent. Come a kick it with\n\n  A little of this and a little of that (and a little of that)\n\n  Check it I get the gumtions to make your conjuction function\n  So honey get it straight or be on your roller blades and skate\n  My style switch fast like a rash then it get you itchin'\n  My flow is crisp like a bucket full of Cornnels chicken\n  I mold the beat like pottery lyrics flow like blood through the artery\n  With more rhymes then numbers at the lottery\n  You know my stello have my doe and watch me drop a flow\n  I wax shit up and make it shine like I was Mop & Glow\n  So come on baby love let's put it on no fakin' moves\n  Let's flip on it heads I win and tails you lose\n  GOT CHA\n  Grand Puba comes with alladat\n  Because I got more game then quarters in the laundry mat\n  Uh we keep it tight the way it's suppose to be\n  While jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me\n  No doubt cause we hit 'em with...\n\n  Dig it I got to be one of the baddest brothers on the planet\n  I'm baggin' honies and they all got bodies just like Janet\n  I play it save never takin' chickenheads for granded\n  I'm Superman and Lois takes my rhymes to Daily Planet\n  I got more promise then timers who makes? muffins\n  I do more stickin' in chicken then Stove Top Stuffing\n  No doubt about it hun I hit from here to China\n  When I drop the D minor watch me soggy your vagina\n  Grand Puba, Stud Doogie droppin' clonkite\n  Prefer the chocolate like the outside of a Klondike\n  That's how it go and tha'ts the way it's designed\n  So you can Stoke Me Down I don't mind\n  We keep it tight and that's the way it's suppose to be\n  While jealous snakes say damn mon you should of swallowed me\n\n  You gotta be that shit (take your time young man). The way it's designed to\n  Ease your mind in the 95 flavor. No doubt no questions aked cause we\n  Fulfill that task. We keep it real like Jill youknowhatI'msayin'? We gonna\n  Move it on for the year 2000. Big up all you New York City style squads in\n  It to the fullest.\n  Live your life\n  No doubt that's what we talking about. (C'mon and just get down) (With\n  Grand Puba and Stud Doogie just get down) (Big Jeff in the hosue the\n  Neyru in the house and the K to the I to the D is in the house. 2000. 2000\n"},{"id":19912549,"name":"Change Gonna Come","trackName":"Change Gonna Come","artistName":"Grand Puba","albumName":"2000","duration":269.87102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nYeah positivity over comes negativity check it.\n\nA gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat\nSo stop with the black on black (x2)\n\nVerse 1:\nWe got black on black\nBlack on crack\nKnowledge of self is what the black people lack\nGrew up in the projects with the welfare and the food stamps\nModern day concentration camps\nWhere we lost all our unity\nBecause the negativity pulls us down like gravity\nBlack people on eath others back\nLittle shortie sedated thinkin' the way out is by selling cracks\nI seen black borthers cry like day by day the number multiply\nAnd the devil don't give a damn long as a black man kills another black man\nIt makes his job more eaiser\nAs the tick goes with the tock he's just gettin' sleezier and sleezier\nHere's a good example of yourself\nTalkin' about a devil on a record they put you on the shelf\nAs long as you talk about \"; Yo I bust this nigga and I bust that nigga\";\nYou grow bigger as a rap figure\nBut that's still black on black welcome back\nIt's time to graduate from that\n\nHook:\nChange gon come change gon come time to free the dumb time to free the dumb\n(X3)\nChange gon come say what say what so get up out the slum\n\nVerse 2:\nNow let's deal on the real don't you set sick of this?\nThe way we hate eachother the shit's rediculous\nIt's time to move on to the next phase\nCause there's too many shorties gettin' boxed in the grave\nSome think respect is an uzi or a tech\nBut when he steals your intellect it's like a rope around your neck\nThat's the 2000 tricknowledge\nThat's the shit you won't learn in college brother\nYou get to be strong you got to hold on\nYou got to know the ledge before you hit the edge\nTime to get wise and civilize\nOpen up your eyes all three eyes and recognzie\nWhat your doing all that bullshit you pursueing\nPut your whole life on ruin\nLet's kill the black on black vigga\nCause it only gets us locked up or in the box quicker\nAnd that's ain't how you get the cheese\nCause now ya locked up or gunned down by your enemy\nBut I'm a deader that gat\nRemember a gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat\nWord is born\n\nKeep it true God keep it true (x8)\n\nPuba talking:\nKnowhatI'msayin'? Time to civilize you know get wise. Think. Stop and think\nYouknowhatI'msayin'? No doubt. Check it so just...\n\nStop think, listen to the God hear what he's sayin'. (x2)\n\nHook\n\nOutro:\nNo doubt I'd like to send this one out to all the people still striving and\nStugglin'to keep it real youknowhatI'msayin'? Not actin' like we keepin' it\nReal no doubt. Peace and love. That's D on the hook off.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Change Gonna Come\n  artist: Grand Puba\n  album: '2000'\n  duration_ms: 269871\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it.\n\n  A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat\n  So stop with the black on black (x2)\n\n  Verse 1:\n  We got black on black\n  Black on crack\n  Knowledge of self is what the black people lack\n  Grew up in the projects with the welfare and the food stamps\n  Modern day concentration camps\n  Where we lost all our unity\n  Because the negativity pulls us down like gravity\n  Black people on eath others back\n  Little shortie sedated thinkin' the way out is by selling cracks\n  I seen black borthers cry like day by day the number multiply\n  And the devil don't give a damn long as a black man kills another black man\n  It makes his job more eaiser\n  As the tick goes with the tock he's just gettin' sleezier and sleezier\n  Here's a good example of yourself\n  Talkin' about a devil on a record they put you on the shelf\n  As long as you talk about \"; Yo I bust this nigga and I bust that nigga\";\n  You grow bigger as a rap figure\n  But that's still black on black welcome back\n  It's time to graduate from that\n\n  Hook:\n  Change gon come change gon come time to free the dumb time to free the dumb\n  (X3)\n  Change gon come say what say what so get up out the slum\n\n  Verse 2:\n  Now let's deal on the real don't you set sick of this?\n  The way we hate eachother the shit's rediculous\n  It's time to move on to the next phase\n  Cause there's too many shorties gettin' boxed in the grave\n  Some think respect is an uzi or a tech\n  But when he steals your intellect it's like a rope around your neck\n  That's the 2000 tricknowledge\n  That's the shit you won't learn in college brother\n  You get to be strong you got to hold on\n  You got to know the ledge before you hit the edge\n  Time to get wise and civilize\n  Open up your eyes all three eyes and recognzie\n  What your doing all that bullshit you pursueing\n  Put your whole life on ruin\n  Let's kill the black on black vigga\n  Cause it only gets us locked up or in the box quicker\n  And that's ain't how you get the cheese\n  Cause now ya locked up or gunned down by your enemy\n  But I'm a deader that gat\n  Remember a gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat\n  Word is born\n\n  Keep it true God keep it true (x8)\n\n  Puba talking:\n  KnowhatI'msayin'? Time to civilize you know get wise. Think. Stop and think\n  YouknowhatI'msayin'? No doubt. Check it so just...\n\n  Stop think, listen to the God hear what he's sayin'. (x2)\n\n  Hook\n\n  Outro:\n  No doubt I'd like to send this one out to all the people still striving and\n  Stugglin'to keep it real youknowhatI'msayin'? Not actin' like we keepin' it\n  Real no doubt. Peace and love. That's D on the hook off.\n"}]