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 n***a 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 n***as just couldn't follow
Love Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia
Soul 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 ten
But now you're burstin, enough to make me u-turn on Lennox
Watch your mouth, this a grown man with the grown plan (Hah)
And a swift hand on the witness stand
Before the grand, I can't go out on my man
I 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 youth
Down with Jamar, he's in the B-K, Haji in the Rule
Known Alamo since birth, young boys we went to school
Family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta (What?)
Chorus

Verse Three: Lord Jamar

Yeah
Light-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 tight
Flew me in to do a show in the middle of the night
If we don't get our dough then you know we're gonna fight
Keepin n***as on their toes cos our flows be right (Word up)
I used to bag hoes on sight
Now it turns me off when their clothes be tight, I'm on the road of the
Right (Uhh uhh)
And just, when I was 15, I used to smoke dust
Now I strive to stay pristine and free from lust
Watch the 3 bust, I be the Black G-zus (Hah)
Attack any man who plan to freeze us
Your 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 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
Outro: Busta Rhymes

Hah yeah, Brand Nu's
Busta Rhymes, all in a 12 jewel
Break fool, n***a, no go to school
One down, fuck ya head up
One shot, bounce n***a bounce to this
Just bounce to this, just bounce n***a bounce n***a bounce to this