(Okay everybody, okay everybody)
Foes and hoes, good riddance
Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter
So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips
Then I'm straight, I got a date at 8
Huns that I've done always seem to pass out
See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'
Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve
Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe
To the short stay, around my way,
I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop
(I've got a song to sing, oh, bay, bay)
If you wanna cash in on the wins
Ask well, hell, it don't even matter
(Sing my song, step up to this)
(I've got a song to sing, oh, bay, bay)
Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads
I go on and on, and on, and on
Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored
Arise to respond for the Max-well
And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who pumped this
You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter
Follow me now
Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen
If Pu ain't the answer then you must be sick as cancer
But hon wake that ass up this ain't the place to crash out
The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out
But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts
Grand Puba and I love to hit skins
And if you like the way that this flows, well, that's cool
(Sing my song, step up to this)
So see you brothers later, time to motivate
It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff
So come take a dip with your 'Private Dancer'
Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter
She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er
You try to step to this? It's void
Yo Stud, bust it
Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'
'Cause when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'
With the papers that I made from this trade
(I've got a song to sing)
(Okay everybody, okay everybody)
(Okay everybody)
Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts
Caught her on looker, know where I took her
Lord Jamar, God Allah, Derrick X on the flex and Alamo
But I'm long, I'm like Stretch Armstrong
I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers
Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler
Tell I'm fade the size, let a wolf on top
Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg
From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood
A new hit from the Grand Man with nights like the Sandman
And like Monie say, "It was the perfect way"
Before I have to play her is a foul way
If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'
And it goes, "Praise the Lord"
(And you know what?)
Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out
I caught a verse from the Christian
The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid
Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger
Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade
I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker
(Okay everybody, okay everybody)
Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks
There's no need to try to diss the swinger
Now I'm-a end it like this
Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed
And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday
Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty
(I've got a song to sing, here we go)
I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac
You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out
It's possessed with finesse and it works when I breathe
And ya don't stop
Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival
Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival
From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise
Smooth as Jermaine so honey, don't take it personal
I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff
Reel and reel and soul to soul
Back up, sonny and let me make my money
(Sing my song, step up to this)
Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know
Yeah, now bust it
