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 papes 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`) 6x
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 looooong...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.
Cuz when Pu comes out, there`ll be no skiddin`.
I`ll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,
Tell `im 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`m-a say, yo, peace Send " Step To The Rear" Ringtone to your Cell