Paroles: Grand Puba. Who Makes The Loot? (Bonus Track).

Who makes the loot? Grand Puba
Who makes the loot?
Who makes the loot? Grand Puba
Well, who makes the loot? Bust it

Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief
Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief
Who is the man, more than a hundred grand?
Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown
Damn, bang, bang, bang, Jimmy Coco Puff
Who is the one who gives you nuff?
Don't answer, here comes the flavor
And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya?

Some dope shit, some real live shit
Puba is the one who's givin' fits
A new style, new style, are you ready for this type?
Now, I rock hip, everybody's rockin' hype
On the very down low you might see me at a show
If the show ain't for dough then you won't see the bro
The Grand man, just as usual
But let me slow down 'cause I know I'm confusin' y'all

Grand Puba, Grand Puba
Grand Puba, Grand Puba
Grand Puba, Grand Puba
Grand Puba

Bust it we gon' move on like this, I once caught a bid
I never hit skid, never date a girl if the girl
Got a kid, nah, poppa's got a brand new bag
And I never hit skins once they sag
Guy says groovy, you like to see a movie?
Stick it in easy, it comes back greasy
First to tell you slow down
But be the second to take you uptown

I won't fall or fumble, trip stagger or stumble
Not a soft sucker but I still come humble
The next candidate, who holds all the weight
It ain't him or him, you better get the story straight
Ron Stud is my D. J. makes the girl feel like it's foreplay
Comin' like a bull, so you better yell, "Ole"
Here is the one, I shine like the sun
You get too close, you might get done

Yeah, funky
Ain't nuttin' but funky, it's just funky
Aiyyo, check this out
The right type of hype
This how we gon' move it for the 90's and the year 2000
Check it out, do the knowledge, this ain't no loop
This is some real live funky, funky get down on the get down
And I'm flowin' to this type of hype

The bass player's real, the drummer's real
The bass player's real, and the drummer's real
Word is bond
We got the guitars, everythin' is live
Knahmsayin'?
Year 2000, it ain't just a simple loop, so don't get souped
As we hit it with the brand new heavies
Yeah