[Featuring Busta Rhymes]
Intro: Busta Rhymes
Brand Nubian '98, hot shit for your ass
Get up everybody, make your ass move fast
Check it out, like this, check it out
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, come on and get down
*repeat x3*
Verse One: Grand Puba
One 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 shine
Mama 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 Chandon
Champion, 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 procastinatin
Chorus: 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 down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling (This jam is all for you)
Let's dance, come on and get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling (It's the energy that's hot)
Let's dance, come on and get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling (My body's all for you)
Let's dance, come on and get down
Verse Two: Sadat X
Here's a simple joint that a baby could follow
I had wrote some twisted shit that niggas just couldn't follow
Love Vivica,
