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