360 (What Goes Around) - Grand Puba

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

«There's just one thing I wanna say.»

The reel to reel to reel to reel yo

«There's just one thing I wanna say.»

Copy copy copy copy copy

«There's just one thing I wanna say.»

We gonna hit it down like this, y’all know the flav

«There's just one thing I wanna say.»

Uh, Alamo, is you wit me?

«What goes around comes back around again.»

Stud Doogie, is you wit me?

«What goes around comes back around again.»

S.O.S., is you with me?

«What goes around comes back around again.»

Yo this how we gon' bust it down, yo you know the flavor

«What goes around comes back around again.»

You know what time is it, check it, yo, this how we flow

Here comes the Puba and you know I won’t fake it

Usually bust records on gettin' butt naked

Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skenzi

Pump the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba frenzy

C’mon, honey, sing, don’t you try to eject

«Slow Down» is what you say, once my joint gets erect

Some try to copy but they just can’t sketch it

Some try to follow but they just can’t catch it

With the boom boom tap, yeah, all of that

Huh, I’m livin fat, me fall off, there’ll be none of that

See, who’s the one to flip it?

Quick to tell a nigga to zip it?

Stud drink the forty 'cause we ain’t got time to sip it

Grand Puba, God body

Kick some of them, some of those, and some yardies

As dope as they come, suckers sing or hum

Don’t try to step to this, you know your shit is slum

First batter up, well, here’s the pitch — it’s a curve

Second batter up because the first got served

The one who arouse, as I browse for a blouse

Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles

Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv

I’m gettin' G’s, no more time for the line of free cheese

Here’s the 411, hun, the one who gets the job done

I know you know the flavor of the Puba

«What goes around comes back around again.»

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, na-nah nah nah nah, this how we bump it yo!

«What goes around comes back around again.»

Yaknahmsayin?

Big Jeff in the house, we gon' move it like this

«What goes around comes back around again.»

Ha hah, Baby Pop Baby Pop in the house, bust how we bust it down

«What goes around comes back around again.»

Y’all you know the flavor

Sincere Allah, check check check check!

Okay, okay, okay, what more could I say?

Alamo get the boom and … parlay, parlay

I’m far from the average, civilize a savage

When I’m low on protein, I’m with the bean soup and cabbage

Skins on the diet, kick the flavor, cause a riot

Do a show and get the dough and then I’m off to the Hyatt

Sometimey on the spliff, ain’t no and’s or if

And if you really wanna riff, you just might end up playin' stiff

Girbauds hangin' baggy, Hilfiger on the top

Knapsack on the back, that’s just my flavor, Akh

As my man gives a zigga, zigga, watchin' three grow bigger, bigger

To Pos K, that’s my nigga

Here goes the wreck, whaddayou expect?

If you wanna see some wreck, send cash, not a check

Grand Puba, more than a public figure

Quick to kick the bone up the butt of a gold digger

Now, Tic-Tac-Toe means I hit three in a row

If I do a show, then you better have my dough

Low, low, well, how low can you go?

Call on Grand Puba if you really need a pro

'Cause my shit’s more rugged than G.I.

Joe

Don’t front, honey, act like you know

Now, big up to my Brooklyn mob (Brooklyn! Brooklyn!)

Big up to my Uptown mob (Uptown! Uptown!)

Now, brothers wanna diss me 'cause it’s my turn to burn

My best advice for the brothers is to sit back and learn

I don’t diss nobody to be somebody

I just like to kick the flavor to make the people party

See, all I’m sayin' is respect due

Those who tried to follow, sorry, I left you

Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, and Alamo

So, if you ever want the flavor, you know where to go

Now, how we go

Yeah, ha ha ha!

The reel to reel, yeah yeah yeah, this is how we move it

You know the flavor, y’all know the flavor, you know the flavor

Here we go yo, and you don’t stop (big up to all the people)

Big up!

Big up!

Big Jeff hold tight!

Ha hah, ha hah!

On and on y’all

Time to get gone

Word is bond