Minnesota - 2000 lyrics

Yeah, bleep bleep bleep Hey yo this is how we gonna hit it off... Chorus: So drop the Cronkite n***a (2000) Check out how we flip sh** for (2000) Stud Doogie runnin' sh** for (2000) Grand Puba flippin' sh** for (2000) Here comes the brotha from the future Man, I got what suits ya Fake mc's go away and let your label prostitute ya Give me my space and let the swinger swing n***a don't you know that Jane can't even stop this crazy thang I like to boast cause I'm the host with the most Bag a few honeys and i'm... (Space Ghost!!!) I got n***as head-bobbin' with no problem I kick 31 flavors so call me Baskin Robbins, uhh I gets down cause I travel like sound Grand Puba's so fast they got my picture on a Greyhound Here goes the tizm, get ya lifted like izm If these devils ain't got my money then I guess I'm goin' off to prison So honey here's more than a rent For dollars and sense, see I leave sh** bent So don't even come with that 69, hon Cause I told ya last time, 68 and I owe ya one Back up and let Puba do his thing Cause a n***a wanna crib like Eddie Murphy had in Boomerang So bu*t n***as get the steppin' I gets to the root like beer Lyrics flow like an automatic weapon You can't see this or much greater Rough like Terminator, sendin' n***as down like elevators So like Beavis and bu*thead...(he he he he) Go away like 94, we drop the Kronkite n***a Chorus No shame in the game I puts the pedal to the metal Be a father to my son, ask the Bulldogs and Ed O Puba gots that sh** that hits in every ghetto Straight from New York, L.A. to Soweto Honey, there's no need to hunt Whatever you want, just make sure when you come you bring a blunt This is for the year 2-circle-circle-circle n***as lookin' stupid like it's Friday and they Urkel Did I say that? Doogie hits the scratch n***as can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch That's how we do at a theatre near you Do the show, bag the doe and disappear like the zoo Then I hit home, to rest my dome Unplug the phone and put a joint on the bone I kick the style longtime ya know n***as can't see this, so you know how that sh** goes n***a it's gonna take a miracle Call me a cab so I can Cal-a-way and catch your hi-di-hi-di-ho f** that, my style's all that and a bag of snacks Ran through Josie and her p**ycat I'm the Scooby with the Doo I like my philly with the brew All ya'll n***as talkin' sh** about Puba, f** you... Ya know what you can do? You can lick the twins when I pull 'em outta skins And I put 'em in your face, you can tell me how it tastes Cause its the Kronkite, n***a Chorus