Intro: Busta Rhymes
Brand Nubian `98, hot shit for your ass
Get up everybody, make your ass move fast
Check it out, like this, check it out
Let`s dance, I know you got the feeling
Let`s dance, come on and get down
*repeat x3*
Verse One: Grand Puba
One time for your mind and it just don`t stop (Hah)
Chickens flock, I hit you wit dat knock (Hah)
I be the Grand Royal makin it hot, flame broiled (What? What?)
To this I stay loyal while your style goes spoiled (Huh)
One of a kind, I`m like a diamond in the mine (Hah)
Brush of the dirt and watch the Haji God shine
Mama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Puba (Hah hah)
Alamo, Dotty X and the Lord Jamar (Woooooo, hah)
We wanna party (huh), fiesta (Wooooo)
together (hah), forever (huh)
Say word, son, a nigga flow like Chandon
Champion, been in more cooties than a tampon (hah)
Grand Puba Nubian co-workers (Hah)
specialise in music, these cats`ll never lose it (Huh)
Time for some action for your satisfaction (Hah)
Stackin Benji Jacksons without no procastinatin
Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (Rebbie Jackson)
Let`s dance, I know you got the feeling (Brand Nubian makes the party, hot)
Let`s dance, come on and get down
Let`s dance, I know you got the feeling (This jam is all for you)
Let`s dance, come on and get down
Let`s dance, I know you got the feeling (It`s the energy that`s hot)
Let`s dance, come on and get down
Let`s dance, I know you got the feeling (My body`s all for you)
Let`s dance, come on and get down
Verse Two: Sadat X
Here`s a simple joint that a baby could follow
I had wrote some twisted shit that niggas just couldn`t follow
Love Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia
Soul Food with the cornbread, greens and head (Hah)
I`m off-ramp while y`all camp under a street lamp (Huh)
I got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten
But now you`re burstin, enough to make me u-turn on Lennox
Watch your mouth, this a grown man with the grown plan (Hah)
And a swift hand on the witness stand
before the grand, I can`t go out on my man
I know nothing of the sort, never seen a transport (Hah)
Wax built thors and cats who open doors (Huh)
Can get it in their paws when I release my youth
Down with Jamar, he`s in the B-K, Haji in the Rule
Known Alamo since birth, young boys we went to school
Family planner, I can`t forget my daughter in Atlanta (What?)
Chorus
Verse Three: Lord Jamar
Yeah
Light-skinned, understandin see with brown eyes (hah)
Seen me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights (Huh)
Wit weed in my hand, runnin lights (Uhh)
In need of a grand to put down on a fight (Yeah)
See me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight
Flew me in to do a show in the middle of the night
If we don`t get our dough then you know we`re gonna fight
Keepin niggas on their toes cos our flows be right (Word up)
I used to bag hoes on sight
now it turns me off when their clothes be tight, I`m on the road of the
right (Uhh uhh)
and just, when I was 15, I used to smoke dust
Now I strive to stay pristine and free from lust
Watch the 3 bust, I be the Black G-zus (Hah)
Attack any man who plan to freeze us
Your hand should be up, my man`s be tree`d up (huh)
in a land that the black man needs to free up!
Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (Rebbie Jackson)
Everybody let`s dance, I know you got the feeling
(Brand Nubian makes the party, hot)
Let`s dance, come on and get down
Let`s dance, I know you got the feeling (This jam is all for you)
Let`s dance, come on and get down
Let`s dance, I know you got the feeling (It`s the energy that`s hot)
Let`s dance, come on and get down
Let`s dance, I know you got the feeling (My body`s all for you)
Let`s dance, come on and get down
Outro: Busta Rhymes
