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Grand Puba lyrics

Grand Puba lyrics

"Check Tha Resume Lyrics"



Grand Puba Maxwell]
Check..
Well here's the good to go cause it gets good when it's goin
It ain't so and so'n it's just Grand Puba flowin
Stud Doogie Alamo on the ziggie rub the table
Kunta Kinze droppin ? on some old shake the leg shit
Now it's time to flow since we formally introduced us
Jump up on the stage and watch the honies seduce seduce us
Watch the three sprout beyond shadow of a doubt
Here's the resume, for the day, you know the flav, skin out
Here's the rootin tootin type of shit to make you lose it
The way it should be done, so I know you won't refuse it
It's on the
We'll Meet In The Yellow Forest Lyrics
WE'LL MEET IN THE YELLOW FOREST Jay & The Americans Saw you in the cloud late one night Dancing for a living in blue light You took a glance at me, we overlooked it My eyes were searching for the secret as to whether we'd fit And I said: CHORUS: We'll meet (we'll meet) in the
reel to reely, kick shit on the daily
Grab a 40 hit the floor like I danced at Alvin Ailey
So honey don't front just winey wine
Cause a bit bo-ty girl stay on my mind
Here's Mr. Splendid, careful when I bend it
Highly recommended flippin shit like I intended
So here goes the flow, check how it go
And don't act like you don't.. ("you should know")

Ha hah!
Next skit, on the stupid shit, this is how we flip the script
Niggaz try to follow but come off it!
Lone Ranger, not afraid of danger
You know the shit is real so don't play me like a stranger
Studda give a cut so precise
Mean Mr. Mustard (lennon/mccartney) Lyrics
Mean mister mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy some clothes Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose Such a mean old man Such a mean old man His sister pam works in a shop She never stops, she's a go-getter T
like a guillotine
The kid ain't Michael son cause I'm the one who hit Billie Jean
Quick to say parlay, fond of Bob Marley
You know the four one one hon, we're _Jammin_
So, clear the road, here comes Mr. Got-It-Goin-On
Jump on the mic, grab my pay and after that I'm gone
To Indiana, Virginia or Savannah
A backed up town to give a shout to Susannah
C'mon brothers cause you know what I'm talkin on
Hi, how ya doin, Bill hit the joints and then move on
The way we sway makes the others just fade away
The name of this one here is check the resume
So get with it, cause you damn sure won't forget My Everything Lyrics
Your presence your movements Makes me feel alive Your thoughtfullness your tenderness Makes me warm inside You've earned my trust And for that I must be strong in return 'Cause of you I've found a steady ground You are my all my everything You are the lights when the dark clo
/> Huh, you know how it goes ("you should know")

Yeah yeah yeah, check the resume yo
Uh! Hah hah, uh, hah hah!
Uh, hah hah! Uh, hah hah!
Yeah yeah
On and on and on like this yo
YouknowhatI'msayin?
'93 flavor but we givin it to you in '92 this is how we do
YouknowhatI'msayin? Pumpin it like this
And this how we move on
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo style
Word is bond, big up to the S.O.S. cause they do it best
YouknowhatI'msayin? Pop in the house, Big Jeff in the house
B.R. in the house, youknowhatI'msayin?
This is how we flowin it on, time to get gone


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