Lyrics I Like It - Grand Puba
Yeah
Ladies
and
gentlemen,
I've
found
him
I
want
you
to
meet
the
baddest
motherfucker
(Right
on,
right
on,
right
on)
Who
is
it?
Well
it's
Grand
Puba
honey
With
my
man
Stud
Doogie
love
Droppin'
2000,
dig
the
way
this
go
down
Check
it
I
hit
a
flow
all
dipped
in
lotion
Sit
back
and
sip
moe
as
I'm
countin'
my
doe
Grand
Puba
Maxwell,
Doogie,
comin'
with
the
New
York
We
keep
it
real
like
jail
when
we
mic
talk
Honies
know
cause
when
I'm
in
the
set
Grand
Puba
is
the
one
who
makes
they
stink
box
wet
So
let
me
tell
ya
somethin'
lady
When
ya
flow
this
flow
then
its
all
cream
and
baby
I
made
this
one
for
the
brothers
in
the
party
To
find
a
hottie
And
dance
body
to
body
Step
one:
first
you
grab
honey
by
the
waist
Step
two:
then
you
move
at
a
ghetto
pace
Step
three:
then
ya
look
her
dead
in
the
face
Step
four:
now
its
time
to
leave
this
place
Hold
up,
be
careful
of
the
cheesa's
The
teasa's,
the
one
who
wants
the
money
and
the
visa's
I'mma
tell
honies
straight
off
the
bat
But
please
don't
even
go
there
with
that
Dig
it,
this
one's
designed
to
make
your
spine
in
your
back
wind
Grand
Puba
lights
it
up
for
you
every
time
Ooooh,
yeah
I
like
it
And
ya
say
New
York
City
(I
like
it)
Ooooh,
yeah
I
like
it
And
ya
and
ya
say
New
York
City
(I
like
it)
Ooooh,
yeah
I
like
it
And
ya
say
New
York
City
(I
like
it)
Ooooh
yeah
I
lke
it
And
ya
say
(I
like
it)
Could
it
be
I've
stayed
away
too
long
Theif
MCs
be
wishin'
I
was
gone
Because
they
wanna
be
where
I
are
But
ya
can't
get
that
far
So
stop
wishing
on
a
star
Its
only
one
Grand
P
So
honey
do
what
you
did
on
the
night
you
creeped
with
me
Its
no
doubt
I
come
real
with
that
The
butter
track
The
one
that
makes
the
honeis
hit
the
bed
mat
Im
energetic,
poetic,
athletic,
with
good
credit
So
just
move
like
I'm
simon
and
I
said
it
Ya
see
my
flow
is
just
a
step
ahead
I'm
still
wicked
in
a
bed
because
I'm
down
right
nasty
like
newlyweds
So
back
up
and
let
me
breathe,
cause
when
it
comes
to
gettin'
down
I'm
gettin'
looser
than
a
crackhead's
hair
weave
And
I,
betcha
by
golly
wow
ya
never
find
another
style
like
this
If
ya
search
a
million
miles
So
why'n
cha
let
Puba
nice
your
party
I
hit
a
flow
like
Al
Jarreau
See
I've
been
doin'
this
for
years
I'm
leavin'
MC's
in
tears,
tears;
dig
it
Cause
they
fallin'
just
like
the
rain
Grand
Puba's
too
much
for
the
brain
Now
gold
diggers
who
try
to
get
it
I
left
'em
backwards,
they
thought
they
farted
when
they
shitted
Cause
Puba's
everything,
and
everything
is
Pu
Cause
I
hit'em
with
the
(one),
and
then
with
the
(two)
Yeah,
cause
that's
just
how
Grand
Pu
and
Stud
Doogie
do
Ya
didn't
know
I
was
the
bomb
baby
Somebody
should've
told
you,
somebody
should
have
told
you
Ooooh,
yeah
I
like
it
(I
like
it)
Ooooh,
yeah
I
like
it
(I
like
it)
And
ya
say
New
York
City
Ooooh,
yeah
I
like
it
(no
doubt)
And
ya
say
New
York
City
Ooooh,
yeah
I
like
it
Ha
ha,
and
ya
say
Cause
we
get
down
for
ours
we
get
down
no
doubt
Down
for
ours
we
get
down
no
doubt
Down
for
ours
we
get
down
no
doubt
Down
for
ours
we
get
down
Cause
we
get
down
for
ours
we
get
down
no
doubt
Down
for
ours
we
get
down
no
doubt
Down
for
ours
we
get
down
no
doubt
Ninety-five
flav,
and
I'm
out
(Oooh,
yeah
I
like
it)
(Oooh,
yeah.
.... I
like
it)
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