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Grand Puba - Don't Waste My Time lyrics
Puba] Yeah uhh Alamo Productions proudly presents a head banger check Chorus: repeat 2X Look at that sexy mama She sho' likes to grind Look at that sexy lady Please don't waste my time [Puba] I'ma tell you now that girls just ain't right Let me tell you bout this episode I had last night I takes me a shower then I grabs a quick bite Then I called Doogie Love to find out the kronkite dig it Somethin's goin on -- an industry party downtown I'm comin to get ya nigga so, listen for the horn Before we hit the location, gotta pick up Alamo and get a bag of situation, now we downtown four blocks from the spot, time to park the car Honies outside, knowin who to give ? But you know how niggaz from the projects are Free drinks til ten, yo money, where's the fuckin bar? Honies all creamed out types and all lookin cute Me and Doogie same ol low-top baggy jeans and boots Body bangin, tits hangin, while we profilin Me and Ali' mad geeked off Long Island Uhh! Picture that, but then it dawned on me black honey set them traps, that's why Tyson was where he was at They want you for your name and fame, quick to get buttnaked When you play em out, they run and said you tried to take it That's why I don't talk to those, who like to pose in videos with no clothes, and groupies at shows Cause I know what's goin on, you won't catch me in the wrong Don't even try it baby, dig it Chorus [Puba] Well times is gettin drastic, time to pack the plastic Slide up in the wrong one, you'll end up in the casket No not me, I'm more careful see I make sho' I can't catch that old HIV But I tell you entertainment is some shit These groupie girls are sick Do most anything so they can get picked to come to your, room, smoke a little, boom Hear a little tune, after that, zoom zoom! No thanks, I'm only here for the bank And I'ma tell you point blank, won't let my dick walk the plank I hate to bust your bubble, so be out, on the double Cause I know how you groupies are, and I don't want no trouble So give me my cash and I'll pass on that ass When it comes to hittin ass, on the road, I'll just fast But don't you talk about skins all the time? Baby not ALL the time, but, when I do talk about skins, they mine I refuse to go out, like Magic Johnson; have to retire cause I touched a live wire, now my shit's on fire I travel in the name of Allah Won't be a fallin star for no hooker in a bra, that's dead You won't, roll me out, on a stretcher cause my second head, led my first head into bed So baby gets to steppin, be gone 'Fore you nigga make a move like that just make sure you put a rubber on Chorus |
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