I want y'all to put your hands together
 And to bring on a brother
 that's bound to lay more dips in your hips
 More gliiiiide in your stride
 And if you don't dig what's next
 you got the wrong damn address

 [Grand Puba   steadily getting louder]
 He's coming  he's coming  he's coming (8X)

 Bo! Lickshot for the blood claat
 talkin that what not  Puba come and hit on the right spot
 Rhyme teller for the ladies and the fellas
 and I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers
 No rock'n'roll, it's just soul
 Ain't nuttin changed, I still like to hit the hole
 with my pole, smoke a stog' and then I roll
 And when my corn hurts I wear a Dr. Scholl
 I make beats, then I hit sheets
 Then I build with the Gods to get the addicts off the nod
 Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
 And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
 My knowledge is bond, so you brothers better move on
 You brought your wack style, come play the horn
 Grand Puba Maxwell, not on the Hollywood tip
 Here comes a brother more than _2 Legit to Quit_
 I'm not sleazy but I like it nice and easy
 Ain't nuttin changed, I still wear my hair peasy
 I like to dig it, that's how we done done dug it
 I tend to work for all the ones who like to wig it

 *samples cut and scratched by Alamo, including
 "I got a story I want to tell you", "I like to tell it like it is"*

 "Second time around"

 [Grand Puba]
 Check, I get boom service just like room service
 And when I jump upon a stage I'm not a bit nervous
 I kick the reel to rell, I never been to jail
 Oops maybe one time but I had a good time
 I keep my pants saggin, I'm never lolligaggin
 Niggaz try to copy this they on the bandwagon
 I shake my thing I do I pull a hamstring and then I call a old fling
 Gotta Spike her and tell her _Do the Right Thing_
 Ron Studda do the rap, Alamo'll do the overdub
 'Fore we hit these 40's G, we gotta get some grub
 Grand Puba *inhales* Let me take a breather
 Get you hot like a fever, you'll be slammin even
 So don't bother, it's the new Godfather
 Tell your godson that Grand Puba is the one

 "Way back in, history, the Prodigal Son
 was a, wealthy man" (2X)

 [Grand Puba]
 Sing it baby, ha ha ha, bust it
 No more skid row, can't get a show
 Time to kick a new flow, and make the dough y'know?
 I'm a Pisces I like to drink iced teas
 I'm a Reese's with all the pieces
 Or the Alomnd with the Joy, ten years from a boy
 When I work out Puba go see Roy's
 next to thirty-three, where Stud lives
 You won't catch the Puba doin nothin negative
 Now honey don't like me cause I won't dance like Hammer
 Honey ask Hammer, can he speak Puba's grammar?
 I can shake a leg if I want to, but I don't want to
 cause that's what my dancers do
 Now I give the next man his props
 But when it comes to micraphones, c'mon, give me mine Hobbes
 I won't diss the next brother to be great that's not my trade
 but every brother, ain't a brother, word to the mother
 or praises to the father, you wanna try to see this
 Don't even bother!
 Grand Puba, for those who came late
 You try to step to this, then I'll end up-state
 Word is bond, let's move on and on and on
 Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go!
 Big up to my Now Rule brothers
 All the cool ones, not the fool ones
 And we gon' move it like this for the year ninety-two
 Big up to my man, Positive K
 Big up to my cousin Jeff
 And allatha and allathat
 This is how we gon' move this yo, word is bond
 S.D., in the house
 Definitely pumpin the shit like this
 And this is how we gon' do it yo
 Knowledge Knowledge
 Uhh