What U Want - Grand Puba

Just feel me now, it’s time to do this here

Pull the clutch and pop that ass in gear

2-K-2, well baby it’s our year

No need to fear because Puba’s here

So ain’t no need to be curious

Listen, love this is something serious

Don’t stop girl just hurt shit

Work it, work it, work it Me and you, one on one

Baby don’t stop now, cause here I come

It’s the Grand Puba baby and I think you aught to know that

Don’t forget mommie, write it down, take a Kodak

Shorties feel my flow, always wanna know my Zodac

Pisces at one time but it changed into dollar sign

It only takes one line for me to make love to ya mind

Dose of it and get a feel free to press rewind

Know for spittin’flames, watch me drop it like some rain

Lop side em’in this game, so you tell me who is sane

Styles so sick my engineer’s a paramedic

Shorty could I what, no sugar I’m diabetic

Grand Puba garbage, not in ya wildest wishes

Decide to crack it on the corner seein’the full click

Miss Prissy, straight from the big titty committee

Low down and gritty, hickey’d up plus strictly dick me Nervous, best believe that shorty work this

Pop lip service, tip of the tongue tap cervix

Cry baby, dangerous my curves get

Never fuckin’with Johnny 5 niggas with short circuits

R rated and stay heavily sedated

Half black and half native get pages from plays, uh The pussy smile when you lick shots like fo’pounds

Got me wetter than the ocean, don’t drown

Sex me on the average, call me mamacita

Puff reefer up in killer Cam, horse and carriage

Bastards, yell 96 backwards, shakin’our asses

And easy is not the access

Niggas ask for sex, I’m actin’deaf

Leave em’cashless, money magnet

Practice my bad habits

Listen, you must be gettin’me confused with chicken

Holdin’ya jewels politickin''pissin'in mouths

The obstetricians that use two fingers like Richard Nixon

Rodeo addiction, more than one position

Longer than the eye but really

Raised higher than the papa willy

Twist my nipples better than Phillies

Cop a tone, give it three rings, pick up the phone

Niggas fiend to get in my jeans like the chromosome

Check the sex, the voice ain’t baritone

Shit ain’t fully grown, drop me off at home

Better yet let cha’tongue roam

Ya options blown so baby stop and where we hop in the zone

Turn hard niggas, even looks can be deceivin'

Divine speakin’unleashin’vaginal secretions

The nigga hungry this evening, I’m gonna feed him

While bitches givin’and fuckin’for things ya put cha’feet in