Bring it down...  
 (Chorus)  
 As we proceed well dressed to get done  
 Live well  dress well to the day it's done (2x)  
  
 (Grand Puba)  
 Come here singing  check this 2 piece combo  
 Grand Puba  Dat X snatching Polly o  
 Please  dig the way we grant this cheese  
 Looks a whole lot better wit a pocket full of cheddar(yea)  
 We smacked this on the blizzard day we all remember  
 We stomp through wit Gortex and 3 ?guaded? timbers  
 So Ali, put them things to a halt  
 Get that rhythm so we can stack these papers in a ?boat?  
 No time for chicken when a nigga politicing  
 No time for sticking cuz honey here is easy picking  
 I need to be straighter than gator  
 Catch a flashback and you can do me in the project elevator  
 It's no guessing when it comes to this session  
 Ah, it's no diggy, Ali hit us wit a blessing  
 Me and Sadat go back to the days of the sandbox  
 Now we much bigger, still laying nigga  
 We used to chase honies back then  
 Now all we chasing is decimals, Range Rovers and Mercedes Benz  
 850's and houses, no time for skirts and blouses  
 Bitch, back the fuk up of my trousers  
  
 Chorus(2x)  
  
 (Sadat X)  
 Yea yea yea  
 Can you face success for the coming year  
 Drink jet, lay back and get your swiderve  
 Make the breadline wind way around the corner  
 I want all of my people to be rich so life wouldn't be such a bitch  
 The same way as it comes, I want my pockets filled wit lumps  
 Puba, you know me for 20 odd years  
 Let's raise our glasses in cheers, ?that was all our? careers  
 You know what, we goaling in since the days of old  
 My pockets been swoll yet unconsole  
 Never dwell, we live swell on the d-low  
 Raise the person now in you, getting wit the us and now  
 Alamo, if you hit me once mo' wit that  


 I'll return and burn, kill shit for the ages  
 Rip up the stages listed in the yellow pages  
 They better slow down wit that slander  
 I am the great Sadat X from New York state  
 And I rate much more than pretenders  
 I'm down wit mindbenders and the big moneyspenders, the big earners  
 There'll be no cross burners in this part of the grass  
 I'll be the first one to flip and run up wild in that ass  
  
 Bring it down...  
 Chorus(2x)  
  
 (Sadat X)  
 Let bygones be bygones was last year's episode  
 This year I wanna explode wit the great paper caper  
 If the move is willing, should I not go for the killing  
 Freewheeling poses alot of death, wack rappers waste alot of breaths  
 The cognac is back in a mid size glass wit ice  
 I'm already nice, who got the dice  
 So let's roll, hold on, let me gain control  
 When you hear this jam, you can bet your last dollar  
 I was jack deep down born in a whole squalla  
 Hey Puba, speak to these people  
  
 (Grand Puba)  
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, man, yo  
 My days is over playing Willie Cassanova  
 Used to fuk wit these bitches til I smacked up my Rover  
 Used to take the hoes to the hotel  
 If they wanted mo', used to take them to the motel  
 Shit was swell, in '96 though I be mad jell  
 Cuz if you play these niggaz out, they might go tell  
 And on that note, let's shake it to we all butt naked  
 Keep the crisp style flowing, 'Mo, keep the beat going  
 It's Grand Puba, Ali, Sadat and don't foget it  
 Make you happy like the day that OJ was acquitted  
  
 Yea as we put it on like this, know I'm saying  
 Wild Cowboy, Grand Puba, Ali, ?mow wow skow?  
 Black, Bird, Mark Da Spark, Stud Doogie, huh, yea