Let's Dance

Brand Nubian

[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,