Yeah, bleep bleep bleep
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...
Chorus:
So drop the Kronkite n**** (2000)
Check out how we flip s*** for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' s*** for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' s*** 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 s***e and let the swinger swing
n**** 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... (s***e Ghost!!!)
I got n***** 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 s*** 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 n**** wanna krib like Eddie Murphy had a boomerang
So b*** n***** 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' n***** down like elevators
So like Beavis and b***head...(he he he he)
Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite n****
Chorus
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 s*** 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
n***** lookin' stupid like their spotted and they urkel
Did i say that?
Doogie hits the scratch
n***** 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
n***** can't see this, so you know how that s*** goes
n**** it's gonna take a miracle
Call me a cab so i can ___ away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho
f*** that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks
Ran through Jersey and the p****cat
I'm the s***** with the Doo
I like my philly with the brew
All ya'll n***** talkin' s*** about Puba, f*** 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 its the Kronkite, n****
Chorus
Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off...
Chorus:
So drop the Kronkite n**** (2000)
Check out how we flip s*** for (2000)
Stud Doogie runnin' s*** for (2000)
Grand Puba flippin' s*** 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 s***e and let the swinger swing
n**** 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... (s***e Ghost!!!)
I got n***** 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 s*** 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 n**** wanna krib like Eddie Murphy had a boomerang
So b*** n***** 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' n***** down like elevators
So like Beavis and b***head...(he he he he)
Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite n****
Chorus
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 s*** 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
n***** lookin' stupid like their spotted and they urkel
Did i say that?
Doogie hits the scratch
n***** 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
n***** can't see this, so you know how that s*** goes
n**** it's gonna take a miracle
Call me a cab so i can ___ away and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho
f*** that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks
Ran through Jersey and the p****cat
I'm the s***** with the Doo
I like my philly with the brew
All ya'll n***** talkin' s*** about Puba, f*** 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 its the Kronkite, n****
Chorus