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