Bring it down...
 (Chorus)
 As we proceed well dressed to get done
 Live well  dress well to the day it's done (2x)

 (Grand Puba)
 Come here singing  check this 2 piece combo
 Grand Puba  Dat X snatching Polly o
 Please  dig the way we grant this cheese
 Looks a whole lot better wit a pocket full of cheddar(yea)
 We smacked this on the blizzard day we all remember
 We stomp through wit Gortex and 3 ?guaded? timbers
 So Ali, put them things to a halt
 Get that rhythm so we can stack these papers in a ?boat?
 No time for chicken when a nigga politicing
 No time for sticking cuz honey here is easy picking
 I need to be straighter than gator
 Catch a flashback and you can do me in the project elevator
 It's no guessing when it comes to this session
 Ah, it's no diggy, Ali hit us wit a blessing
 Me and Sadat go back to the days of the sandbox
 Now we much bigger, still laying nigga
 We used to chase honies back then
 Now all we chasing is decimals, Range Rovers and Mercedes Benz
 850's and houses, no time for skirts and blouses
 Bitch, back the fuk up of my trousers

 Chorus(2x)

 (Sadat X)
 Yea yea yea
 Can you face success for the coming year
 Drink jet, lay back and get your swiderve
 Make the breadline wind way around the corner
 I want all of my people to be rich so life wouldn't be such a bitch
 The same way as it comes, I want my pockets filled wit lumps
 Puba, you know me for 20 odd years
 Let's raise our glasses in cheers, ?that was all our? careers
 You know what, we goaling in since the days of old
 My pockets been swoll yet unconsole
 Never dwell, we live swell on the d-low
 Raise the person now in you, getting wit the us and now
 Alamo, if you hit me once mo' wit that


 I'll return and burn, kill shit for the ages
 Rip up the stages listed in the yellow pages
 They better slow down wit that slander
 I am the great Sadat X from New York state
 And I rate much more than pretenders
 I'm down wit mindbenders and the big moneyspenders, the big earners
 There'll be no cross burners in this part of the grass
 I'll be the first one to flip and run up wild in that ass

 Bring it down...
 Chorus(2x)

 (Sadat X)
 Let bygones be bygones was last year's episode
 This year I wanna explode wit the great paper caper
 If the move is willing, should I not go for the killing
 Freewheeling poses alot of death, wack rappers waste alot of breaths
 The cognac is back in a mid size glass wit ice
 I'm already nice, who got the dice
 So let's roll, hold on, let me gain control
 When you hear this jam, you can bet your last dollar
 I was jack deep down born in a whole squalla
 Hey Puba, speak to these people

 (Grand Puba)
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, man, yo
 My days is over playing Willie Cassanova
 Used to fuk wit these bitches til I smacked up my Rover
 Used to take the hoes to the hotel
 If they wanted mo', used to take them to the motel
 Shit was swell, in '96 though I be mad jell
 Cuz if you play these niggaz out, they might go tell
 And on that note, let's shake it to we all butt naked
 Keep the crisp style flowing, 'Mo, keep the beat going
 It's Grand Puba, Ali, Sadat and don't foget it
 Make you happy like the day that OJ was acquitted

 Yea as we put it on like this, know I'm saying
 Wild Cowboy, Grand Puba, Ali, ?mow wow skow?
 Black, Bird, Mark Da Spark, Stud Doogie, huh, yea