text: 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
  Lets dance, I know you got the feeling
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  repeat x3
  Verse One: Grand Puba
  One time for your mind and it just dont stop 
  Chickens flock, I hit you wit dat knock 
  I be the Grand Royal makin it hot, flame broiled 
  To this I stay loyal while your style goes spoiled 
  One of a kind, Im like a diamond in the mine 
  Brush of the dirt and watch the Haji God shine
  Mama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Puba 
  Alamo, Dotty X and the Lord Jamar 
  We wanna party , fiesta 
  Together , forever 
  Say word, son, a nigga flow like Chandon
  Champion, been in more cooties than a tampon 
  Grand Puba Nubian co-workers 
  Specialise in music, these catsll never lose it 
  Time for some action for your satisfaction 
  Stackin Benji Jacksons without no procastinatin
  Chorus: Busta Rhymes, 
  Lets dance, I know you got the feeling	
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  Lets dance, I know you got the feeling	
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  Lets dance, I know you got the feeling	
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  Lets dance, I know you got the feeling	
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  Verse Two: Sadat X
  Heres a simple joint that a baby could follow
  I had wrote some twisted shit that niggas just couldnt follow
  Love Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia
  Soul Food with the cornbread, greens and head 
  Im off-ramp while yall camp under a street lamp 
  I got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten
  But now youre burstin, enough to make me u-turn on Lennox
  Watch your mouth, this a grown man with the grown plan 
  And a swift hand on the witness stand
  Before the grand, I cant go out on my man
  I know nothing of the sort, never seen a transport 
  Wax built thors and cats who open doors 
  Can get it in their paws when I release my youth
  Down with Jamar, hes in the B-K, Haji in the Rule
  Known Alamo since birth, young boys we went to school
  Family planner, I cant forget my daughter in Atlanta 
  Chorus
  Verse Three: Lord Jamar
  Yeah
  Light-skinned, understandin see with brown eyes 
  Seen me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights 
  Wit weed in my hand, runnin lights 
  In need of a grand to put down on a fight 
  See me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight
  Flew me in to do a show in the middle of the night
  If we dont get our dough then you know were gonna fight
  Keepin niggas on their toes cos our flows be right 
  I used to bag hoes on sight
  Now it turns me off when their clothes be tight, Im on the road of the
  Right 
  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 
  Attack any man who plan to freeze us
  Your hand should be up, my mans be treed up 
  In a land that the black man needs to free up!
  Chorus: Busta Rhymes, 
  Everybody lets dance, I know you got the feeling
  			
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  Lets dance, I know you got the feeling	
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  Lets dance, I know you got the feeling	
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  Lets dance, I know you got the feeling	
  Lets dance, come on and get down
  Outro: Busta Rhymes
  Hah yeah, Brand Nus
  Busta Rhymes, all in a 12 jewel
  Break fool, nigga, no go to school
  One down, fuck ya head up
  One shot, bounce nigga bounce to this
  Just bounce to this, just bounce nigga bounce nigga bounce to this