I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)

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I hit a flow all dipped in lotion

Sit back and sip mo' as I count my dough

Grand Puba Maxwell, Doogie, comin' with the New York

We keep it real like jail when we mic talk

Honeys know 'cause when I'm in the set

Grand Puba is the one who makes they stink box wet

So let me tell ya somethin', lady

When ya flow this flow then it's all cream and baby

I made this one for the brothers in the party

To find a hottie and dance body-to-body

Step one, first you grab honey by the waist

Step two, then you move at a ghetto pace

Step three, then you look her dead in the face

Step four, now it's time to leave this place

Hold up, be careful of the cheese's

The teasers, the one who wants the money and the visa's

I'ma tell honeys straight off the bat

But please, don't even go there with that

Dig it

This one's designed to make your spine and your back wind

Grand Puba, nice set up for ya every time

Ooh, and I like it

And you say New York City (Ooh, and I like it)

And you, and you say New York City (Ooh, and I like it)

And you say New York City (Ooh, and I like it)

And you say

Could it be I've stayed away too long?

Thief MCs be wishin' I was gone

Because they wanna be where I are

But ya can't get that far

So, stop wishin' on a star

It's only one Grand P

So honey, do what you did on the night you creeped with me

It's no doubt I come real with that

The butter track

The one that makes honeys hit the bed mat

I'm energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit

So just move like I'm Simon and I said it

You see, my flow is just a step ahead

I'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down-right nasty like newlyweds

So back up and let me breathe

'Cause when it comes to gettin' down

I'm gettin' looser than a crackhead's hair weave

And I bet ya, my golly, wow, you never find a style like this

If you search a million miles

So why don't ya let Puba nice your party?

I'll hit a flow like Al Jarreau

See, I've been doin' this for years, I'm leavin' MCs in tears, tears, dig it

'Cause they fallin' just like the rain

Grand Puba's too much for the brain

Now, gold diggers who try to get it

I left 'em backwards, they thought they farted when they shitted

'Cause Puba's everything, and everything is Pu

'Cause I hit 'em with a one

And then with a two

Yeah, 'cause that's just how Grand Pu and Stud Doogie do

Ya didn't know I was the bomb, baby

Somebody shoulda told you

Somebody shoulda told you

(Ooh, and I like it) I like it

(Ooh, and I like it) And you say New York City

(Ooh, and I like it) No doubt

And you say New York City (Ooh, and I like it)

Ha ha, and ya say (I like it)

'Cause we get down for ours, we get down, no doubt

Down for ours, we get down, no doubt

Down for ours, we get down, no doubt

Down for ours, we get down

'Cause we get down for ours, we get down, no doubt

Down for ours, we get down, no doubt

Down for ours, we get down, no doubt

Ninety-five flav, and I'm out

Ooh, and I like it

I like it

Ooh, and

I like it