Step to the Rear

[Intro] [Here we go Okay everybody / Girls, step up to this Sing my song / Girls, step up to this Sing my song / Girls, step up to this Sing my song / Girls, step up to this] [Grand Puba] [Verse 1] Hey yo Stud, bust it... Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival Raised in the ghetto singing songs called survival Running round town giving all the girls Puba snacks I wouldn't try to steal the style, you just might catch a cardiac Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal There's no need of trying to diss the swinger Baby, all you catch is two snaps up and the finger The Babalu bad boy, a threat to the paranoid You try to step to this? It's void! A new hit from the Grand Man, work nights like the Sandman Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve It's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe Paid in the shade with a A as the grade With the papes that I made from this trade So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips If you wanna cash in on the wins Grand Puba and I love to hit skins [Hook] [I've got a song to sing Oh Baby! I've got a song to sing Here we go (Follow me now) Okay everybody x4] [Verse 2] Yeah. Bust it... Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler She don't know me, money grip, you better school her Before I have to play her the foul way And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday Now forecast says I won't be playing soccer with the dreads Ballin's my hobby, doing wonders in the bed From full-size to king-size to queen-size to high-rise Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer So come take a dip with your private dancer Nasty, naughty, over six call me shorty But I'm long, I'm like Stretch Armstrong I go, on and on and on and on Never in a scandal and I'm never caught scheming Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen Swimming in my daddy's big nuts But now I'm scooping girls with the big ole butts Arise to respond for the Max-well Ask well, hell, it don't even matter Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out Hons that I've done always seem to pass out But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out Foes and hoes, good riddance Cause when Pu comes out, there'll be no skidding I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop Tell him fade the sides, let it wolf on top Reel and reel and soul to soul Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff I might smoke a spliff but I won't sniff And ya don't stop [Verse 3] Now I'm a end it like this... I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker Caught her on looker, know where I took her To the short stay, around my way And like Monie say, it was the perfect way I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes "Praise the Lord" Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored I'm from Now Rule, I'm in the right mood And if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool See this is no illusion, the style is too confusing If you try to bite, then you're cruising for a bruising Back up, sonny, and let me make my money Then I'm straight, I got a date at 8 So see you brothers later, time to motivate Yeah, now bust it... I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who Pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...