[{"id":32415790,"name":"Let's Dance","trackName":"Let's Dance","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Let's Dance","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brand Nubian '98, hot shit\nYeah, where you fishin'?\nGet up everybody, make your shit move fast\nCheck it out like this, yo (Check it out)\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on and get down\n\nOne time for your mind and it just don't stop\nChickens flock, I hit you with that knock\n\nI be the Grand Royal, make it hot, flame broil\nTo this I stay loyal, while your style goes spoil\n\nOne of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine\nBrush off the dirt and watch Hodgy God shine\nMama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Pu Ba\nAlamo, Daddy X and the Lord Jamar\nWe wanna party, fiesta, together, forever\n\nSay word, son, a nigga flow like Sean John Champion\nBeen in more gats than a tan line\nGrand Puba, Nubian cold workers\nSpecialize in music, these cats'll never lose it\nTime for some action for your satisfaction\nStackin' toast stashes without no question\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nHere's a simple joint that a baby could follow\nI had rode some twat, niggas just couldn't swallow\n\nLove Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia\nSoul food with the cornbread, greens and head\nI'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp\nI got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten?\nBut now you burstin', enough to make me U-turn on Lenox\nWatch your mouth, this is a grown man with the grown plan\nAnd a swift hand on the witness stand\nBefore the grand, I can't go out on my man\nI know nothin' of the sort, never seen a transport\n\nWax built thaws and cats who open doors\nCan get it in they paws when I release my ewes\nDown with Jamar, he's in the BK, Hodgy and the Wu\nNo Alamos, it's 'Burb, young boys, you went to school\nAnd family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nLight skin understand and see with brown eye\nSee me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights\nWith weed in my hand, runnin' lights\nIn need of a grand to put down on a fight\nSee me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight\nFlew me in to do a show in the middle of the night\n\nIf we don't get our dough, then you know we're gonna fight\nKeep them niggas on they toes 'cause our flows be right\nI used to bag hoes on sight\n\nNow it turn me off when they clothes be tight\nI'm on the road of the right and just\nWhen I was fifteen, I used to smoke dust\nNow I strive to stay pristine and free from lust\nWatch the three bust, I'll be the black Jesus\n\nAttack any man who plan to freeze us\nYour hands should be up, my man's be tree'd up\nIn the land that the black man needs to free up\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nYeah, Brand Nubians\nBusta Rhymes, all in the twelve groove\nBreak fool niggas, no go to school\nOne time, get head on one time\nBounce, bounce to this, just bounce to this\nJust bounce, bounce, bounce to this","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Dance\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Let's Dance\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Brand Nubian '98, hot shit\n  Yeah, where you fishin'?\n  Get up everybody, make your shit move fast\n  Check it out like this, yo (Check it out)\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on and get down\n\n  One time for your mind and it just don't stop\n  Chickens flock, I hit you with that knock\n\n  I be the Grand Royal, make it hot, flame broil\n  To this I stay loyal, while your style goes spoil\n\n  One of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine\n  Brush off the dirt and watch Hodgy God shine\n  Mama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Pu Ba\n  Alamo, Daddy X and the Lord Jamar\n  We wanna party, fiesta, together, forever\n\n  Say word, son, a nigga flow like Sean John Champion\n  Been in more gats than a tan line\n  Grand Puba, Nubian cold workers\n  Specialize in music, these cats'll never lose it\n  Time for some action for your satisfaction\n  Stackin' toast stashes without no question\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\n  Here's a simple joint that a baby could follow\n  I had rode some twat, niggas just couldn't swallow\n\n  Love Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia\n  Soul food with the cornbread, greens and head\n  I'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp\n  I got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten?\n  But now you burstin', enough to make me U-turn on Lenox\n  Watch your mouth, this is a grown man with the grown plan\n  And a swift hand on the witness stand\n  Before the grand, I can't go out on my man\n  I know nothin' of the sort, never seen a transport\n\n  Wax built thaws and cats who open doors\n  Can get it in they paws when I release my ewes\n  Down with Jamar, he's in the BK, Hodgy and the Wu\n  No Alamos, it's 'Burb, young boys, you went to school\n  And family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\n  Light skin understand and see with brown eye\n  See me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights\n  With weed in my hand, runnin' lights\n  In need of a grand to put down on a fight\n  See me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight\n  Flew me in to do a show in the middle of the night\n\n  If we don't get our dough, then you know we're gonna fight\n  Keep them niggas on they toes 'cause our flows be right\n  I used to bag hoes on sight\n\n  Now it turn me off when they clothes be tight\n  I'm on the road of the right and just\n  When I was fifteen, I used to smoke dust\n  Now I strive to stay pristine and free from lust\n  Watch the three bust, I'll be the black Jesus\n\n  Attack any man who plan to freeze us\n  Your hands should be up, my man's be tree'd up\n  In the land that the black man needs to free up\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\n  Yeah, Brand Nubians\n  Busta Rhymes, all in the twelve groove\n  Break fool niggas, no go to school\n  One time, get head on one time\n  Bounce, bounce to this, just bounce to this\n  Just bounce, bounce, bounce to this\n"},{"id":25762058,"name":"Let's Dance","trackName":"Let's Dance","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Foundation","duration":245.568875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brand Nubian '98, hot shit\nYeah, where you fishin'?\nGet up everybody, make your shit move fast\nCheck it out like this, yo (Check it out)\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on and get down\n\nOne time for your mind and it just don't stop\nChickens flock, I hit you with that knock\n\nI be the Grand Royal, make it hot, flame broil\nTo this I stay loyal, while your style goes spoil\n\nOne of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine\nBrush off the dirt and watch Hodgy God shine\nMama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Pu Ba\nAlamo, Daddy X and the Lord Jamar\nWe wanna party, fiesta, together, forever\n\nSay word, son, a nigga flow like Sean John Champion\nBeen in more gats than a tan line\nGrand Puba, Nubian cold workers\nSpecialize in music, these cats'll never lose it\nTime for some action for your satisfaction\nStackin' toast stashes without no question\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nHere's a simple joint that a baby could follow\nI had rode some twat, niggas just couldn't swallow\n\nLove Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia\nSoul food with the cornbread, greens and head\nI'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp\nI got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten?\nBut now you burstin', enough to make me U-turn on Lenox\nWatch your mouth, this is a grown man with the grown plan\nAnd a swift hand on the witness stand\nBefore the grand, I can't go out on my man\nI know nothin' of the sort, never seen a transport\n\nWax built thaws and cats who open doors\nCan get it in they paws when I release my ewes\nDown with Jamar, he's in the BK, Hodgy and the Wu\nNo Alamos, it's 'Burb, young boys, you went to school\nAnd family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nLight skin understand and see with brown eye\nSee me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights\nWith weed in my hand, runnin' lights\nIn need of a grand to put down on a fight\nSee me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight\nFlew me in to do a show in the middle of the night\n\nIf we don't get our dough, then you know we're gonna fight\nKeep them niggas on they toes 'cause our flows be right\nI used to bag hoes on sight\n\nNow it turn me off when they clothes be tight\nI'm on the road of the right and just\nWhen I was fifteen, I used to smoke dust\nNow I strive to stay pristine and free from lust\nWatch the three bust, I'll be the black Jesus\n\nAttack any man who plan to freeze us\nYour hands should be up, my man's be tree'd up\nIn the land that the black man needs to free up\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nYeah, Brand Nubians\nBusta Rhymes, all in the twelve groove\nBreak fool niggas, no go to school\nOne time, get head on one time\nBounce, bounce to this, just bounce to this\nJust bounce, bounce, bounce to this","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Dance\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Foundation\n  duration_ms: 245569\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Brand Nubian '98, hot shit\n  Yeah, where you fishin'?\n  Get up everybody, make your shit move fast\n  Check it out like this, yo (Check it out)\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on and get down\n\n  One time for your mind and it just don't stop\n  Chickens flock, I hit you with that knock\n\n  I be the Grand Royal, make it hot, flame broil\n  To this I stay loyal, while your style goes spoil\n\n  One of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine\n  Brush off the dirt and watch Hodgy God shine\n  Mama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Pu Ba\n  Alamo, Daddy X and the Lord Jamar\n  We wanna party, fiesta, together, forever\n\n  Say word, son, a nigga flow like Sean John Champion\n  Been in more gats than a tan line\n  Grand Puba, Nubian cold workers\n  Specialize in music, these cats'll never lose it\n  Time for some action for your satisfaction\n  Stackin' toast stashes without no question\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\n  Here's a simple joint that a baby could follow\n  I had rode some twat, niggas just couldn't swallow\n\n  Love Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia\n  Soul food with the cornbread, greens and head\n  I'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp\n  I got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten?\n  But now you burstin', enough to make me U-turn on Lenox\n  Watch your mouth, this is a grown man with the grown plan\n  And a swift hand on the witness stand\n  Before the grand, I can't go out on my man\n  I know nothin' of the sort, never seen a transport\n\n  Wax built thaws and cats who open doors\n  Can get it in they paws when I release my ewes\n  Down with Jamar, he's in the BK, Hodgy and the Wu\n  No Alamos, it's 'Burb, young boys, you went to school\n  And family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\n  Light skin understand and see with brown eye\n  See me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights\n  With weed in my hand, runnin' lights\n  In need of a grand to put down on a fight\n  See me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight\n  Flew me in to do a show in the middle of the night\n\n  If we don't get our dough, then you know we're gonna fight\n  Keep them niggas on they toes 'cause our flows be right\n  I used to bag hoes on sight\n\n  Now it turn me off when they clothes be tight\n  I'm on the road of the right and just\n  When I was fifteen, I used to smoke dust\n  Now I strive to stay pristine and free from lust\n  Watch the three bust, I'll be the black Jesus\n\n  Attack any man who plan to freeze us\n  Your hands should be up, my man's be tree'd up\n  In the land that the black man needs to free up\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\n  Yeah, Brand Nubians\n  Busta Rhymes, all in the twelve groove\n  Break fool niggas, no go to school\n  One time, get head on one time\n  Bounce, bounce to this, just bounce to this\n  Just bounce, bounce, bounce to this\n"},{"id":25682064,"name":"Let's Dance","trackName":"Let's Dance","artistName":"Brand 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Sean John Champion\nBeen in more gats than a tan line\nGrand Puba, Nubian cold workers\nSpecialize in music, these cats'll never lose it\nTime for some action for your satisfaction\nStackin' toast stashes without no question\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nHere's a simple joint that a baby could follow\nI had rode some twat, niggas just couldn't swallow\n\nLove Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia\nSoul food with the cornbread, greens and head\nI'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp\nI got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten?\nBut now you burstin', enough to make me U-turn on Lenox\nWatch your mouth, this is a grown man with the grown plan\nAnd a swift hand on the witness stand\nBefore the grand, I can't go out on my man\nI know nothin' of the sort, never seen a transport\n\nWax built thaws and cats who open doors\nCan get it in they paws when I release my ewes\nDown with Jamar, he's in the BK, Hodgy and the Wu\nNo Alamos, it's 'Burb, young boys, you went to school\nAnd family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nLight skin understand and see with brown eye\nSee me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights\nWith weed in my hand, runnin' lights\nIn need of a grand to put down on a fight\nSee me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight\nFlew me in to do a show in the middle of the night\n\nIf we don't get our dough, then you know we're gonna fight\nKeep them niggas on they toes 'cause our flows be right\nI used to bag hoes on sight\n\nNow it turn me off when they clothes be tight\nI'm on the road of the right and just\nWhen I was fifteen, I used to smoke dust\nNow I strive to stay pristine and free from lust\nWatch the three bust, I'll be the black Jesus\n\nAttack any man who plan to freeze us\nYour hands should be up, my man's be tree'd up\nIn the land that the black man needs to free up\n\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\n\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\nLet's dance, I know you got the feeling\nLet's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\nYeah, Brand Nubians\nBusta Rhymes, all in the twelve groove\nBreak fool niggas, no go to school\nOne time, get head on one time\nBounce, bounce to this, just bounce to this\nJust bounce, bounce, bounce to this","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Dance\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: Foundation\n  duration_ms: 246263\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Brand Nubian '98, hot shit\n  Yeah, where you fishin'?\n  Get up everybody, make your shit move fast\n  Check it out like this, yo (Check it out)\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on and get down\n\n  One time for your mind and it just don't stop\n  Chickens flock, I hit you with that knock\n\n  I be the Grand Royal, make it hot, flame broil\n  To this I stay loyal, while your style goes spoil\n\n  One of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine\n  Brush off the dirt and watch Hodgy God shine\n  Mama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Pu Ba\n  Alamo, Daddy X and the Lord Jamar\n  We wanna party, fiesta, together, forever\n\n  Say word, son, a nigga flow like Sean John Champion\n  Been in more gats than a tan line\n  Grand Puba, Nubian cold workers\n  Specialize in music, these cats'll never lose it\n  Time for some action for your satisfaction\n  Stackin' toast stashes without no question\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\n  Here's a simple joint that a baby could follow\n  I had rode some twat, niggas just couldn't swallow\n\n  Love Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia\n  Soul food with the cornbread, greens and head\n  I'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp\n  I got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten?\n  But now you burstin', enough to make me U-turn on Lenox\n  Watch your mouth, this is a grown man with the grown plan\n  And a swift hand on the witness stand\n  Before the grand, I can't go out on my man\n  I know nothin' of the sort, never seen a transport\n\n  Wax built thaws and cats who open doors\n  Can get it in they paws when I release my ewes\n  Down with Jamar, he's in the BK, Hodgy and the Wu\n  No Alamos, it's 'Burb, young boys, you went to school\n  And family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down\n\n  Light skin understand and see with brown eye\n  See me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights\n  With weed in my hand, runnin' lights\n  In need of a grand to put down on a fight\n  See me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight\n  Flew me in to do a show in the middle of the night\n\n  If we don't get our dough, then you know we're gonna fight\n  Keep them niggas on they toes 'cause our flows be right\n  I used to bag hoes on sight\n\n  Now it turn me off when they clothes be tight\n  I'm on the road of the right and just\n  When I was fifteen, I used to smoke dust\n  Now I strive to stay pristine and free from lust\n  Watch the three bust, I'll be the black Jesus\n\n  Attack any man who plan to freeze us\n  Your hands should be up, my man's be tree'd up\n  In the land that the black man needs to free up\n\n  Let's dance, I know you got the feeling\n  Let's 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