2000 lyrics

Artist  : Grand Puba 
Song : 2000



 Send "2000" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Yeah, bleep bleep bleep

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



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So drop the kronkite nigga (2000)

Check out how we flip shit for (2000)

Stud doogie runnin’ shit for (2000)

Grand puba flippin’ shit for (2000)



Here comes the brotha from the
future

Man, I got what suits ya

Fake
mc’s go away and let your label prostitute
ya

Give me my space and let the swinger
swing

Nigga don’t you know that jane
can’t even stop this crazy thang

I like
to boast cause I’m the host with the most

Bag a few honeys and i’m... (space
ghost!!!)

I got niggas head-bobbin’ with
no problem

I kick 31 flavors so call me
basket robbins, uhh

I gets down cause I
travel like sound

Grand puba’s so fast
they got my picture on a greyhound

Here
goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm

If
these devils ain’t got my money then I got some
off the prison

So honey here’s more than a
rent

For dollars and sense, see I leave shit
bent

So don’t even come with that 69,
hon

Cause I told ya last time, 68 and I owe
ya one

Back up and let puba do his thing,

Cause a nigga wanna krib like eddie murphy had
a boomerang

So butt niggas get the
steppin’

I gets to the root like beer

Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon

You
can’t see this or much greater,

Rough like
terminator, sendin’ niggas down like
elevators

So like beavis and butthead...(he
he he he)

Go away like 94, we drop the
kronkite nigga



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No shame in the game I puts the pedal to the
metal

Be a father to my son, ask the
bulldogs and pedal (? )

Puba gots that shit
that hits in every ghetto

Straight from new
york, l.a. to ____

Honey, there’s no need
to hunt

Whatever you want, just make sure
when you come you bring a blunt

This is for
the year 2-circle-circle-circle

Niggas
lookin’ stupid like their spotted and they
urkel

Did I say that? 

Doogie hits
the scratch

Niggas can’t match, baggin’
bootys by the batch

That’s how we do at a
theatre near you

Do the show, bag the doe
and disappear like the zoo

Then I hit home,
to rest my dome

Unplug the phone and put a
joint on the bone

I kick the style longtime
ya know

Niggas can’t see this, so you know
how that shit goes

Nigga it’s gonna take a
miracle

Call me a cab so I can ___ away and
catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho

Fuck that, my
style’s all that and a bag of snacks

Ran
through jersey and the pussycat

I’m the
scooby with the doo

I like my philly with
the brew

All y’all niggas talkin’ shit
about puba, fuck you...

Ya know what you
can do? 

You can lick the twins when I pull
’em outta skins

And I put ’em in your
face, you can tell me how it tastes

Cause
it’s the kronkite, nigga



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