[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,