"Over like a fat  RAAAT"
 "You can't deny it" "so never stop"
 "Rising to the top!"

 Verse One:

 Here I go with the new style  such a versatile child
 Hons crack a smile as the dancers hit the tile
 General like Custer  spread skins like mustard
 Brothers try to copy but they shit sound busted
 or should I say chopped  brothers need to stop
 Once Puba shits  you know the joint is grit
 More followers than Jehovah, call me Casanova
 Used to drive a Nova, but now I push a Rover
 Pumpin nuff hits, scoopin mad chicks
 A golden brown complexion and you won't find a zit
 I take a sip of my brew, before the night is through
 Honies askin Pu', "Can you woo woo woo?"
 Yes I got the skills that'll always pay the bills
 "My, my, my," like Johnny Gill
 Quick to knock the block baby all around the clock
 Ticky-ticky-tock, ticky-ticky-tock

 So don't try to play the Puba (cause ain't nothin happenin)
 Don't even waste your time (cause ain't nothin happenin)
 Step left with that garbage (cause ain't nothin happenin)
 You know why black? (Why is that?) Bust it, cause I get

 Chorus

 Verse Two:

 Follow me now see
 Ooh la la la, me say take to dis guy on de natural high
 Ooh la la la, me say come follow me, come come now
 Ooh la la la, me say take it to dis guy on de natural high
 Ooh la la la, me say come follow me, bust it
 I caught wreck in a sec with a girl that I met
 at this discotheque, now let me recollect
 Mmm, the night was lovely, oh so lovely
 She still thinks of me
 Now I keep my hair peasy, mo' fine and greasy
 Never hit the skins if the skins look sleazy
 Sweetheart, here goes a hint, you better take a mint
 cause I can smell the scent
 Now if I smoked a bag of sess, I still wouldn't mess
 with a girl in a tight dress, cause a tight dress
 just won't impress, but you can try your best
 and it still won't matter
 Game for a quickie, I can make a sticky
 Hold on the hickie, cause next week it's Vicky
 Rhyme style fat, the God'll break a back
 of a new jack, or old jack, who wants to sweat the sac
 Time for the papes so you better drink some coffee
 Hon thinks she knows me, but bitch back up off me
 Puba, you know my word is bond, peace to the Gods
 and I got to move on, cause you know I get

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 Bust it I'ma drop one more before I travel like sound
 Brothers say Puba, I'm happy that you makin it
 Then turn around and tell a female some other shit
 Sincere, you bear my witness (True indeed)
 A nobody in somebody's business
 Mind your own neck, and go collect your Mickey D's check
 But when you see me give me nuff respect
 Sincere Allah how do you think I should take it?
 (Let's slide them niggaz down Lincoln butt naked) Bust it!
 I'm not the Captain or the Skipper, got it good behind the zipper
 Now if honey wants to flip you know the God'll have to flip her
 I won't smack it but I'll flip it and I'll rub it down
 Catch a movie and a dinner and then I'm back uptown
 I rock beats on the daily really when I'm in the mood
 Attitude never screwed, I only eat the righteous food so
 cut on the amp and I can show you who's the champ
 The man who leaves with all the scamps cause I gets over

 Chorus to fade