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She's a Natural Athletic 
Most girls can't seem to get it
She's a Natural Athletic 
She look good and I don't sweat it 
She's a Natural Athletic

Intro:|Yeah|Ladies and gentlemen, Ive found him|I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker (right on, right on, right on)|Who is it?|Well its grand

Who is it?
Well, it's Grand Puba, honey
With my man Stud Doogie, love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it

I hit a flow all dipped in

I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)

Grand Puba

2000

1995

Who is it?
Well, it's Grand Puba, honey
With my man Stud Doogie, love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it

I hit a flow all dipped in

I Like It

Grand Puba

The Triptych

2007

Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, I've found him
I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker (right on, right on, right on)
Who is it?
Well it's grand

I Like It

Grand Puba

Plug Famalam Mixtape

Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, I've found him
I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker (right on, right on, right on)
Who is it?
Well it's grand

I Like It

Grand Puba

...For Persons with DJ Abilities

2000

Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, I've found him
I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker (right on, right on, right on)
Who is it?
Well it's grand

(yeah) et puis j'me barre
En Sardaigne (yeah) jJ cet être au grand
Cœur, maladroit, piètre danseur
Maître penseur
J'rappe pour les ultras, pour la bannière

Kill the Messenger

Shawn Colvin

Fat City

1992

whisper your name
And you won't feel the chains
And you won't see the moss
Oh, Jane there's an art to the game
The aesthetics of love
The athletics

to get paid (uh-huh)
So I'm stackin grands 'til the math expand
It's the man with the master plan
Since the Bambino, cash made my path cross with evil
Uno

make sense, grand waggoneer with gray tint 
Spin the block peep niggas faces, I see that they pissed (mad)
Steak and shrimp dinners I come from just

ain't even out
(Margiela) paid nine hundred for the shoes
I'm standin' on the couch (Woo)
Say you got ten pints of red
What's the grand amount? (What you

Young Godz

Shyheim

The Lost Generation

1996

Between my anger, I lock down every chamber 
Hillside strangler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger 
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic

Since the grand canyon was a dirt heep
Facing the super masses
When they mug I'm laughing
The unknown holds
All that is pleasant
Who wore it best like we

the Netflix store
We play to warzone men let's go thes'e homies drop to superstore
Athletic sportsman in the hood with that gun
Story telling
Overwhelming

strand
Busy on the weekend making a grand 
You so pathetic selling 40 a gram 
Why you so pathetic 
To the money I'm magnetic 
To the pen I'm poetic

remember the face, woah woah woah

Running this bitch and I'm feeling athletic 
You look in the mirror you fucking pathetic
I promise to you if I said it I

hands don't twitch, no athletic itch
So how'd you build the whole?
Well I've figured it out, with-out no doubt
You're a crook who doesn't steal
Don't need

a couple grands and a hand full of hope
They say that life is what you make of it
Me I'm making joints not the ball and the socket
Kick ass and pray God I

easily surpass her heavily-moistened  and sweetly-scented  knickers , slowly spreading open her reddened  labial  curtains  as this grand master

(Is it cold in here to you?)
(It's like, cold. It's like 40 degrees, bruh)
Run it back like a track meet, no athletics
Yeah, I like purple, but no

mention me now
I was never athletic but fundamentally sound
I was good with my words
Played in Vegas for shows
Not the best MC but got the greatest

HOME...
cnnouncer: It's a grand slam!
Joanie: What an audience
Suz: You don't normally see that at a matinee
Joanie: I feel like I'm at the TONYS!

Suz: