Once Again (Here to Kick One for You)

Yeah... Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Grand Puba, Dattie X... dig it [Verse 1: Grand Puba] Get up out my way, it's Grand Pub's turn to shine Hood MC's ride the pine and get paid no nevermind One time as I sew it up like Dr. Frankenstein Chickens ride the pony cause the rhyme flow genuine As I do it like that, do it like this Shorty watch your step or you might get Rocked like Chris Are you feelin this? You dig the way it's going down? Now we back in town watch all the chickens crowd around Niggas try to duplicate my flow but it's difficult Like a game of Yahtzee Chickens stress me out like paparazzi As I flip a flow you desire Dattie blaze those trees and let's start this forest fire My rhymes carry like the weight on Barry Stack cheddar like Combs and buy homes like Larry I be smoother than Tal, Sharp-ton like Al When you ballin everybody want to be your pal No dilly-dally, baggin up the shorter alley Bouncin in German cars, still playin shot-ball Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you For sure dog cause this is how we do Just an old fashioned love song, playin on the radio Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you (2x) [Verse 2: Sadat X] Ah shit, I see I'm in the mix Watch the green van cause inside's the dicks The prayer beads bleeds from the crucifix Went tight comin out boy I be down in six Or when the sun go down, or when it's round in the BX Cats on the concourse, still call me DX Bums on the street often ask me for change What's change when I'm tryin to save up for the Range? I want the whole world and my old girl back Change that -- I want half the world, and fuck my old girl You can play the hell out, like those that came before ya Your style is butt, similar to a coconut That's your pimp strut But what you foes is really doin Is leaving your empire in ruins I'm the problem solver I got the brand new revolver But I got a new album too I want to be here for that money and the rest of my crew Y'all know it too -- a nigga like me is due Just an old fashioned love song, playin on the radio Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you (2x) [Verse 3: Puba] Now you know I gots to come back strong See I been doing this too goddamned long For me to ever try to come back wrong Check my pockets and my empty light just came on Don't wanna do wrong so I think I'm best to make this song Undeniably satisfiably master microphone mutilator None greater, ain't no Automator Grand Puba and Dattie, riding shotty in the Maserati As we come and blaze you niggas body [Verse 4: Sadat] Corner poets get smacked and hit, savagely bit I go git and then you out of it, permission to quit I mean right, I keep the green light specials Half price a slice, you blink twice I done picked up the dice I'm that nice, Dattie X the party-starter Number one heart-ripper-aparter More vice and gambling than Las Vegas, Nevada I try harder every day It's all work and no play Just an old fashioned love song, playin on the radio Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you (2x)