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 its Grand Puba honey
 With my man snug doogie love
 Droppin' 2000  dig the way this go down
 Check it

 Verse 1:
 I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
 Sit back and sip moe as I'm countin' my doe
 Grand Puba macks well  Doogie  comin' with the New York
 We keep it real like jail when we might talk
 Honies know 'cause when I'm in the set
 Grand Puba is the one who makes they stink box wet
 So let me tell ya somethin' lady
 When ya flow this flow then its all cream and baby
 I made this one for the brothers in the party
 To find a hottie
 And dance body to body
 Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
 Step two: then you move at a ghetto pace
 Step three: then ya look her dead in the face
 Step four: now its time to leave this place
 Hold up, be careful of the cheesa's
 The teasa's, the one who wants the money and the visa's
 I'ma tell honies straight off the bat
 But please don't even go there with that, Dig it
 This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
 Grand Puba lights it up for you every time

 Chorus:
 Ooooh, yeah I like it
 And ya say New York City (I like it)
 Ooooh, yeah I like it
 And ya and ya say New York City (I like it)
 Ooooh, yeah I like it
 And ya say New York City (I like it)
 Ooooh yeah I lke it
 And ya say ( I like it)

 Verse 2:
 Could it be I've stayed away too long
 Seems MC's be wishing I was gone
 Because they wanna be where I are
 But ya can't get that far
 So stop wishing on a star
 Its only one Grand P, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with
 me
 Its no doubt I come real with that
 The butter track
 The one that makes the honeis hit the bed mat
 Im energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit
 So just move like I'm simon and I said it
 Ya see my flow is just a step ahead
 I'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down right nasty like newlyweds
 So back up and let me breathe, 'cause when it comes to gettin' down
 I'm gettin' looser than a crackheads hair weave
 And I, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this
 If ya search a million miles
 So why'n cha let Puba ingnite your party
 I hit a flow liike Al Jarrow
 But I've been doin' this for years
 I'm leavin' MC's in tears,tears; dig it
 Cause they fallin' just like the rain
 Grand Puba's too much for the brain
 Now gold diggers who try to get it
 I left 'em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted
 Cause Puba's everything, and everything is Pu
 Cause I hit'em with the (one), and then with the (two)
 Yeah, 'cause that's just how Grand Pu and Sadat doogie do
 Ya didn't know I was the bomb baby
 Somebody should've told you, somebody should have told you

 Chorus:
 Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)
 Ooooh, yeah I like it (I like it)
 And ya say New York City
 Ooooh, yeah I like it (no doubt)
 And ya say New York City
 Ooooh, yeah I like it
 Ha ha, and ya say
 'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
 Down for ours we get down no doubt
 Down for ours we get down no doubt
 Down for ours we get down
 Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
 Down for ours we get down no doubt
 Down for ours we get down no doubt
 Ninety-five flav, and I'm out
 (Oooh, yeah I like it)
 (Oooh, yeah. . . . . I like it