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(feat. Grand Puba) Bring it down... [Chorus] As we proceed well dressed to get done Live well, dress well to the day it's done [x2] [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 Songtexte850's and houses, no time for skirts and blouses Bitch, back the fuk up of my trousers [Chorus x2] [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 x2] [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 Aus Songtexte Mania