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



Hah yeah, Brand Nu's

Busta Rhymes, all in a 12 jewel

Break fool, nigga, no go to school

One down, fuck ya head up

One shot, bounce nigga bounce to this

Just bounce to this, just bounce nigga bounce nigga bounce to this