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Intro: Busta RhymesBrand Nubian '98, hot shit for your assGet up everybody, make your ass move fastCheck it out, like this, check it outLet's dance, I know you got the feelingLet's dance, come on and get down*repeat x3*Verse One: Grand PubaOne time for your mind and it just don't stop (Hah)Chickens flock, I hit you wit dat knock (Hah)I be the Grand Royal makin it hot, flame broiled (What? What?)To this I stay loyal while your style goes spoiled (Huh)One of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine (Hah)Brush of the dirt and watch the Haji God shineMama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Puba (Hah hah)Alamo, Dotty X and the Lord Jamar (Woooooo, hah)We wanna party (huh), fiesta (Wooooo)together (hah), forever (huh)Say word, son, a nigga flow like ChandonChampion, been in more cooties than a tampon (hah)Grand Puba Nubian co-workers (Hah)specialise in music, these cats'll never lose it (Huh)Time for some action for your satisfaction (Hah)Stackin Benji Jacksons without no procastinatinChorus: Busta Rhymes, (Rebbie Jackson)Let's dance, I know you got the feeling (Brand Nubian makes the party, hot)Let's dance, come on and get downLet's dance, I know you got the feeling (This jam is all for you)Let's dance, come on and get downLet's dance, I know you got the feeling (It's the energy that's hot)Let's dance, come on and get downLet's dance, I know you got the feeling (My body's all for you)Let's dance, come on and get downVerse Two: Sadat XHere's a simple joint that a baby could followI had wrote some twisted shit that niggas just couldn't followLove Vivica, Nia, Pam and TamiaSoul Food with the cornbread, greens and head (Hah)I'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp (Huh)I got a stamp from back then, remember when you was tenBut now you're burstin, enough to make me u-turn on LennoxWatch your mouth, this a grown man with the grown plan (Hah)And a swift hand on the witness standbefore the grand, I can't go out on my manI know nothing of the sort, never seen a transport (Hah)Wax built thors and cats who open doors (Huh)Can get it in their paws when I release my youthDown with Jamar, he's in the B-K, Haji in the RuleKnown Alamo since birth, young boys we went to schoolFamily planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta (What?)ChorusVerse Three: Lord JamarYeahLight-skinned, understandin see with brown eyes (hah)Seen me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights (Huh)Wit weed in my hand, runnin lights (Uhh)In need of a grand to put down on a fight (Yeah)See me and the Brand Nubians keep it tightFlew me in to do a show in the middle of the nightIf we don't get our dough then you know we're gonna fightKeepin niggas on their toes cos our flows be right (Word up)I used to bag hoes on sightnow it turns me off when their clothes be tight, I'm on the road of theright (Uhh uhh)and just, when I was 15, I used to smoke dustNow I strive to stay pristine and free from lustWatch the 3 bust, I be the Black G-zus (Hah)Attack any man who plan to freeze usYour hand should be up, my man's be tree'd up (huh)in a land that the black man needs to free up!Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (Rebbie Jackson)Everybody let's dance, I know you got the feeling (Brand Nubian makes the party, hot)Let's dance, come on and get downLet's dance, I know you got the feeling (This jam is all for you)Let's dance, come on and get downLet's dance, I know you got the feeling (It's the energy that's hot)Let's dance, come on and get downLet's dance, I know you got the feeling (My body's all for you)Let's dance, come on and get downOutro: Busta RhymesHah yeah, Brand Nu'sBusta Rhymes, all in a 12 jewelBreak fool, nigga, no go to schoolOne down, fuck ya head upOne shot, bounce nigga bounce to thisJust bounce to this, just bounce nigga bounce nigga bounce to thismore