Intro: Busta Rhymes
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Brand Nubian '98, hot shit for your ass
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Get up everybody, make your ass move fast
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Check it out, like this, check it out
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Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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*repeat x3*
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Verse One: Grand Puba
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One time for your mind and it just don't stop (Hah)
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Chickens flock, I hit you wit dat knock (Hah)
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I be the Grand Royal makin it hot, flame broiled (What? What?)
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To this I stay loyal while your style goes spoiled (Huh)
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One of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine (Hah)
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Brush of the dirt and watch the Haji God shine
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Mama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Puba (Hah hah)
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Alamo, Dotty X and the Lord Jamar (Woooooo, hah)
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We wanna party (huh), fiesta (Wooooo)
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together (hah), forever (huh)
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Say word, son, a nigga flow like Chandon
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Champion, been in more cooties than a tampon (hah)
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Grand Puba Nubian co-workers (Hah)
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specialise in music, these cats'll never lose it (Huh)
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Time for some action for your satisfaction (Hah)
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Stackin Benji Jacksons without no procastinatin
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Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (Rebbie Jackson)
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Let's dance, I know you got the feeling(Brand Nubian makes the party, hot)
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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Let's dance, I know you got the feeling(This jam is all for you)
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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Let's dance, I know you got the feeling(It's the energy that's hot)
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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Let's dance, I know you got the feeling(My body's all for you)
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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Verse Two: Sadat X
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Here's a simple joint that a baby could follow
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I had wrote some twisted shit that niggas just couldn't follow
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Love Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia
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Soul Food with the cornbread, greens and head (Hah)
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I'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp (Huh)
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I got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten
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But now you're burstin, enough to make me u-turn on Lennox
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Watch your mouth, this a grown man with the grown plan (Hah)
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And a swift hand on the witness stand
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before the grand, I can't go out on my man
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I know nothing of the sort, never seen a transport (Hah)
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Wax built thors and cats who open doors (Huh)
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Can get it in their paws when I release my youth
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Down with Jamar, he's in the B-K, Haji in the Rule
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Known Alamo since birth, young boys we went to school
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Family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta (What?)
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Lord Jamar
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Yeah
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Light-skinned, understandin see with brown eyes (hah)
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Seen me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights (Huh)
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Wit weed in my hand, runnin lights (Uhh)
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In need of a grand to put down on a fight (Yeah)
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See me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight
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Flew me in to do a show in the middle of the night
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If we don't get our dough then you know we're gonna fight
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Keepin niggas on their toes cos our flows be right (Word up)
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I used to bag hoes on sight
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now it turns me off when their clothes be tight, I'm on the road of the
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right (Uhh uhh)
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and just, when I was 15, I used to smoke dust
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Now I strive to stay pristine and free from lust
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Watch the 3 bust, I be the Black G-zus (Hah)
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Attack any man who plan to freeze us
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Your hand should be up, my man's be tree'd up (huh)
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in a land that the black man needs to free up!
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Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (Rebbie Jackson)
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Everybody let's dance, I know you got the feeling
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(Brand Nubian makes the party, hot)
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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Let's dance, I know you got the feeling(This jam is all for you)
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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Let's dance, I know you got the feeling(It's the energy that's hot)
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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Let's dance, I know you got the feeling(My body's all for you)
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Let's dance, come on and get down
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Outro: Busta Rhymes
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Hah yeah, Brand Nu's
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Busta Rhymes, all in a 12 jewel
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Break fool, nigga, no go to school
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One down, fuck ya head up
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One shot, bounce nigga bounce to this
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Just bounce to this, just bounce nigga bounce nigga bounce to this
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Let's Dance
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Brand Nubian |