[{"id":10752611,"name":"Step to the Rear","trackName":"Step to the Rear","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Brand Nubian: The Instrumental Collection","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go...\n(\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n\nYo Stud, bust it...\nStep to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\nRaised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\nRunnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\nI wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\nFigured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\nSmooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\nThere's no need to try to diss the swinger,\nbaby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\nThe bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\nyou try to step to this? It's void!\nA new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\ngain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\nBusted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\nit's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\nPaid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\nwith the papes that I made from this trade.\nSo get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\nif you wanna cash in on the wins.\nGrand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n(\"And you know what?\")\n\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n(\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\nGrand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\nShe don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\nBefore I have to play her is a foul way,\nand catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\nNow forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\nBallin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\nFrom full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\neven bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\nIf Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\nsmooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\nSo come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\nNasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\nBut I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\nI go, on and on and on and on.\nNever in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\nKnew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\nSwimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\nbut now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\nArise to respond for the Max-well,\nask well, hell, it don't even matter.\nPuba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\nYou can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\nThe 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\nHuns that I've done always seem to pass out.\nBut hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\nYou try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\nFoes and hoes, good riddance.\nCuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\nI'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\nTell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\nReel and reel and soul to soul.\nHoney, heel to heel and toe to toe.\nIt really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\nI might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\nAnd ya don't stop...\n(\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\nI'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\ncaught her on looker, know where I took her,\nto the short stay, around my way,\nand like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\nI caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\nSkins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\nFrom Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\nand if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\nSee this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\nIf you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\nBack up, sonny, and let me make my money,\nthen I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\nSo see you brothers later, time to motivate.\nYeah, now bust it...\n\nI'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\nDerrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\npumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99] Here we go...\n[00:04.25] (\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:05.98] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:08.29] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:09.35] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:10.74] Yo Stud, bust it...\n[00:11.74] Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\n[00:13.04] Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\n[00:15.54] Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n[00:17.89] I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\n[00:20.24] Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\n[00:22.61] Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\n[00:25.07] There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n[00:27.02] baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\n[00:29.92] The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n[00:32.14] you try to step to this? It's void!\n[00:34.36] A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n[00:37.17] gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n[00:39.59] Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n[00:41.68] it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n[00:44.32] Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n[00:46.52] with the papes that I made from this trade.\n[00:48.88] So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n[00:51.28] if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n[00:53.40] Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n[00:56.40] (\"And you know what?\")\n[00:58.66] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:01.33] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n[01:03.56] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:06.02] (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n[01:08.35] (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n[01:22.25] Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n[01:24.98] She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n[01:27.47] Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n[01:29.66] and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n[01:32.17] Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n[01:34.76] Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n[01:37.12] From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n[01:39.51] even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n[01:41.95] If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n[01:44.64] smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n[01:46.88] So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n[01:49.25] Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n[01:51.49] But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n[01:53.82] I go, on and on and on and on.\n[01:56.48] Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n[01:58.53] Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n[02:01.18] Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n[02:03.55] but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n[02:05.73] Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n[02:08.07] ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n[02:10.77] Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n[02:13.05] \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n[02:15.36] You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n[02:17.96] The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n[02:20.55] Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n[02:22.76] But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n[02:25.22] You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n[02:27.69] Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n[02:29.73] Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n[02:32.45] I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n[02:34.84] Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n[02:37.18] Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n[02:39.23] Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n[02:42.22] It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n[02:44.54] I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n[02:47.50] And ya don't stop...\n[02:49.38] (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n[02:53.67] I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n[02:56.42] caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n[02:58.53] to the short stay, around my way,\n[03:00.72] and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n[03:03.11] I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n[03:05.99] Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n[03:08.21] From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n[03:10.43] and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n[03:12.97] See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n[03:15.65] If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n[03:18.02] Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n[03:20.32] then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n[03:22.58] So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n[03:25.49] Yeah, now bust it...\n[03:27.90] I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n[03:31.63] Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n[03:36.56] pumped this. 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And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n  start_ms: 211630\n  end_ms: 216560\n- text: pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...\n  start_ms: 216560\n  end_ms: 219560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 219560\nplain: |-\n  Here we go...\n  (\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n  (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n  (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n  (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n\n  Yo Stud, bust it...\n  Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\n  Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\n  Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n  I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\n  Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\n  Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\n  There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n  baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\n  The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n  you try to step to this? It's void!\n  A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n  gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n  Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n  it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n  Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n  with the papes that I made from this trade.\n  So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n  if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n  Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n  (\"And you know what?\")\n\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n  (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\n  Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n  She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n  Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n  and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n  Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n  Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n  From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n  even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n  If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n  smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n  So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n  Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n  But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n  I go, on and on and on and on.\n  Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n  Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n  Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n  but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n  Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n  ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n  Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n  \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n  You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n  The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n  Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n  But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n  You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n  Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n  Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n  I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n  Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n  Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n  Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n  It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n  I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n  And ya don't stop...\n  (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n  I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n  caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n  to the short stay, around my way,\n  and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n  I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n  Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n  From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n  and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n  See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n  If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n  Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n  then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n  So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n  Yeah, now bust it...\n\n  I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n  Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n  pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...\n"},{"id":26610937,"name":"Brand Nubian - Step To The Rear","trackName":"Brand Nubian - Step To The Rear","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"<Unknown>","duration":241.317437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go...\n(\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n\nYo Stud, bust it...\nStep to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\nRaised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\nRunnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\nI wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\nFigured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\nSmooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\nThere's no need to try to diss the swinger,\nbaby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\nThe bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\nyou try to step to this? It's void!\nA new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\ngain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\nBusted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\nit's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\nPaid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\nwith the papes that I made from this trade.\nSo get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\nif you wanna cash in on the wins.\nGrand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n(\"And you know what?\")\n\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n(\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\nGrand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\nShe don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\nBefore I have to play her is a foul way,\nand catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\nNow forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\nBallin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\nFrom full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\neven bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\nIf Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\nsmooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\nSo come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\nNasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\nBut I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\nI go, on and on and on and on.\nNever in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\nKnew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\nSwimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\nbut now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\nArise to respond for the Max-well,\nask well, hell, it don't even matter.\nPuba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\nYou can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\nThe 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\nHuns that I've done always seem to pass out.\nBut hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\nYou try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\nFoes and hoes, good riddance.\nCuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\nI'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\nTell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\nReel and reel and soul to soul.\nHoney, heel to heel and toe to toe.\nIt really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\nI might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\nAnd ya don't stop...\n(\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\nI'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\ncaught her on looker, know where I took her,\nto the short stay, around my way,\nand like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\nI caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\nSkins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\nFrom Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\nand if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\nSee this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\nIf you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\nBack up, sonny, and let me make my money,\nthen I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\nSo see you brothers later, time to motivate.\nYeah, now bust it...\n\nI'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\nDerrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\npumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99] Here we go...\n[00:04.25] (\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:05.98] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:08.29] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:09.35] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:10.74] Yo Stud, bust it...\n[00:11.74] Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\n[00:13.04] Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\n[00:15.54] Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n[00:17.89] I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\n[00:20.24] Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\n[00:22.61] Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\n[00:25.07] There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n[00:27.02] baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\n[00:29.92] The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n[00:32.14] you try to step to this? It's void!\n[00:34.36] A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n[00:37.17] gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n[00:39.59] Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n[00:41.68] it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n[00:44.32] Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n[00:46.52] with the papes that I made from this trade.\n[00:48.88] So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n[00:51.28] if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n[00:53.40] Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n[00:56.40] (\"And you know what?\")\n[00:58.66] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:01.33] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n[01:03.56] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:06.02] (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n[01:08.35] (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n[01:22.25] Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n[01:24.98] She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n[01:27.47] Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n[01:29.66] and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n[01:32.17] Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n[01:34.76] Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n[01:37.12] From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n[01:39.51] even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n[01:41.95] If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n[01:44.64] smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n[01:46.88] So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n[01:49.25] Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n[01:51.49] But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n[01:53.82] I go, on and on and on and on.\n[01:56.48] Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n[01:58.53] Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n[02:01.18] Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n[02:03.55] but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n[02:05.73] Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n[02:08.07] ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n[02:10.77] Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n[02:13.05] \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n[02:15.36] You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n[02:17.96] The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n[02:20.55] Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n[02:22.76] But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n[02:25.22] You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n[02:27.69] Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n[02:29.73] Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n[02:32.45] I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n[02:34.84] Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n[02:37.18] Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n[02:39.23] Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n[02:42.22] It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n[02:44.54] I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n[02:47.50] And ya don't stop...\n[02:49.38] (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n[02:53.67] I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n[02:56.42] caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n[02:58.53] to the short stay, around my way,\n[03:00.72] and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n[03:03.11] I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n[03:05.99] Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n[03:08.21] From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n[03:10.43] and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n[03:12.97] See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n[03:15.65] If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n[03:18.02] Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n[03:20.32] then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n[03:22.58] So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n[03:25.49] Yeah, now bust it...\n[03:27.90] I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n[03:31.63] Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n[03:36.56] pumped this. 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It's void!\n  A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n  gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n  Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n  it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n  Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n  with the papes that I made from this trade.\n  So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n  if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n  Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n  (\"And you know what?\")\n\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n  (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\n  Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n  She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n  Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n  and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n  Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n  Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n  From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n  even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n  If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n  smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n  So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n  Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n  But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n  I go, on and on and on and on.\n  Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n  Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n  Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n  but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n  Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n  ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n  Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n  \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n  You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n  The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n  Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n  But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n  You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n  Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n  Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n  I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n  Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n  Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n  Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n  It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n  I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n  And ya don't stop...\n  (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n  I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n  caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n  to the short stay, around my way,\n  and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n  I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n  Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n  From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n  and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n  See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n  If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n  Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n  then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n  So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n  Yeah, now bust it...\n\n  I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n  Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n  pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...\n"},{"id":6540135,"name":"Step to the Rear","trackName":"Step to the Rear","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One for All","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayyo Stud, bust it\nStep to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival\nRaised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival\nRunnin' 'round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\nI wouldn't try to steal the style, you just might catch a cardiac\nFigured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know\nSmooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal\nThere's no need to try to diss the swinger,\nBaby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger\nThe Babalu bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\nYou try to step to this? It's void\nA new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\nGain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out\nBusted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\nIt's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe\nPaid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\nWith the papes that I made from this trade\nSo get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\nIf you want to cash in on the wins\nGrand Puba and I love to hit skins\n\"And you know what?\"\n\"I've got a song to sing\" \"Oh bay-bay!\"\n\"I've got a song to sing\" \"Here we go\"\n\"I've got a song to sing\" \"Oh bay-bay!\"\n\"I've got a song to sing\" Follow me now\n\"Okay everybody\"\n\"Okay everybody\"\n\"Okay everybody\"\n\"Okay everybody\"\n\"Okay everybody\"\n\"Okay everybody\"\nGrand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler\nShe don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er\nBefore I have to play her is a foul way,\nAnd catch a quick short stay at the Holiday\nNow forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads\nBall is my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed\nFrom full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\nEven bunk beds, I know how to work the leg\nIf Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\nSmooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer\nSo come take a dip with your private dancer\nNasty, naughty, over six foot call me shorty\nBut I'm long, I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\nI go, on and on and on and on\nNever in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'\nKnew Pu was dope ever since I was semen\nSwimmin' in my daddy's big nuts\nBut now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts\nArise to respond for the Max-well,\nAsk well, hell, it don't even matter\nPuba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter\n\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter\"\nYou can hide that ass, but it just don't matter\nThe 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out\nHuns that I've done always seem to pass out\nBut hun wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out\nYou try to play me? I have to throw that ass out\nFoes and hoes, good riddance\n'Cause when Puba comes out, there'll be no skiddin'\nI'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\nTell 'I'm fade the size, let a wolf on top\nReel and reel and soul to soul\nHoney, heel to heel and toe to toe\nIt really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\nI might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff\nAnd ya don't stop (\"Okay everybody\")\nNow I'mma end it like this\nI'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\nCaught her on looker, know where I took her,\nTo the short stay, around my way,\nAnd like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\"\nI caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\nSkins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored\nI'm from Now Rule, I'm in the right mood,\nAnd if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool\nSee this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'\nIf you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'\nBack up, sonny, and let me make my money,\nThen I'm straight, I got a date at eight\nSo see you brothers later, time to motivate\nYeah, now bust it\nI'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\nDerrick X on the flex, and Alamo.\nAnd we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.24] Ayyo Stud, bust it\n[00:10.18] Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival\n[00:12.24] Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival\n[00:14.63] Runnin' 'round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n[00:16.88] I wouldn't try to steal the style, you just might catch a cardiac\n[00:19.56] Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know\n[00:22.15] Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal\n[00:24.18] There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n[00:26.22] Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger\n[00:28.29] The Babalu bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n[00:31.37] You try to step to this? It's void\n[00:33.36] A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n[00:35.84] Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out\n[00:38.40] Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n[00:40.83] It's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe\n[00:43.00] Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n[00:45.44] With the papes that I made from this trade\n[00:47.58] So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n[00:50.35] If you want to cash in on the wins\n[00:52.24] Grand Puba and I love to hit skins\n[00:56.58] \"And you know what?\"\n[00:58.00] \"I've got a song to sing\" \"Oh bay-bay!\"\n[01:00.30] \"I've got a song to sing\" \"Here we go\"\n[01:02.50] \"I've got a song to sing\" \"Oh bay-bay!\"\n[01:05.09] \"I've got a song to sing\" Follow me now\n[01:07.21] \"Okay everybody\"\n[01:09.54] \"Okay everybody\"\n[01:11.98] \"Okay everybody\"\n[01:14.58] \"Okay everybody\"\n[01:16.91] \"Okay everybody\"\n[01:19.18] \"Okay everybody\"\n[01:21.28] Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler\n[01:24.24] She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er\n[01:26.20] Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n[01:28.51] And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday\n[01:30.62] Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads\n[01:33.45] Ball is my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed\n[01:35.89] From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n[01:38.08] Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg\n[01:40.39] If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n[01:42.61] Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer\n[01:45.55] So come take a dip with your private dancer\n[01:47.58] Nasty, naughty, over six foot call me shorty\n[01:50.07] But I'm long, I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n[01:52.46] I go, on and on and on and on\n[01:54.97] Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'\n[01:57.02] Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen\n[01:59.30] Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts\n[02:01.52] But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts\n[02:04.30] Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n[02:06.75] Ask well, hell, it don't even matter\n[02:09.15] Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter\n[02:11.53] \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter\"\n[02:13.82] You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter\n[02:16.05] The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out\n[02:18.79] Huns that I've done always seem to pass out\n[02:21.26] But hun wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out\n[02:23.76] You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out\n[02:25.73] Foes and hoes, good riddance\n[02:27.81] 'Cause when Puba comes out, there'll be no skiddin'\n[02:30.57] I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n[02:33.15] Tell 'I'm fade the size, let a wolf on top\n[02:35.19] Reel and reel and soul to soul\n[02:37.31] Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe\n[02:39.88] It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n[02:43.21] I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff\n[02:46.08] And ya don't stop (\"Okay everybody\")\n[02:50.00] Now I'mma end it like this\n[02:52.24] I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n[02:54.87] Caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n[02:57.03] To the short stay, around my way,\n[02:58.94] And like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\"\n[03:01.63] I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n[03:03.99] Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored\n[03:06.43] I'm from Now Rule, I'm in the right mood,\n[03:08.67] And if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool\n[03:11.39] See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'\n[03:13.51] If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'\n[03:16.22] Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n[03:18.37] Then I'm straight, I got a date at eight\n[03:20.92] So see you brothers later, time to motivate\n[03:22.96] Yeah, now bust it\n[03:26.25] I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n[03:30.22] Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo.\n[03:33.01] And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step to the Rear\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: One for All\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayyo Stud, bust it\n  start_ms: 8240\n  end_ms: 10180\n- text: Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival\n  start_ms: 10180\n  end_ms: 12240\n- text: Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival\n  start_ms: 12240\n  end_ms: 14630\n- text: Runnin' 'round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n  start_ms: 14630\n  end_ms: 16880\n- text: I wouldn't try to steal the style, you just might catch a cardiac\n  start_ms: 16880\n  end_ms: 19560\n- text: Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know\n  start_ms: 19560\n  end_ms: 22150\n- text: Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal\n  start_ms: 22150\n  end_ms: 24180\n- text: There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n  start_ms: 24180\n  end_ms: 26220\n- text: Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger\n  start_ms: 26220\n  end_ms: 28290\n- text: The Babalu bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n  start_ms: 28290\n  end_ms: 31370\n- text: You try to step to this? 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And I'm-a say, yo, peace\n  start_ms: 213010\nplain: |-\n  Ayyo Stud, bust it\n  Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival\n  Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival\n  Runnin' 'round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n  I wouldn't try to steal the style, you just might catch a cardiac\n  Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know\n  Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal\n  There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n  Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger\n  The Babalu bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n  You try to step to this? It's void\n  A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n  Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out\n  Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n  It's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe\n  Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n  With the papes that I made from this trade\n  So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n  If you want to cash in on the wins\n  Grand Puba and I love to hit skins\n  \"And you know what?\"\n  \"I've got a song to sing\" \"Oh bay-bay!\"\n  \"I've got a song to sing\" \"Here we go\"\n  \"I've got a song to sing\" \"Oh bay-bay!\"\n  \"I've got a song to sing\" Follow me now\n  \"Okay everybody\"\n  \"Okay everybody\"\n  \"Okay everybody\"\n  \"Okay everybody\"\n  \"Okay everybody\"\n  \"Okay everybody\"\n  Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler\n  She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er\n  Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n  And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday\n  Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads\n  Ball is my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed\n  From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n  Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg\n  If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n  Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer\n  So come take a dip with your private dancer\n  Nasty, naughty, over six foot call me shorty\n  But I'm long, I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n  I go, on and on and on and on\n  Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'\n  Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen\n  Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts\n  But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts\n  Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n  Ask well, hell, it don't even matter\n  Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter\n  \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter\"\n  You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter\n  The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out\n  Huns that I've done always seem to pass out\n  But hun wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out\n  You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out\n  Foes and hoes, good riddance\n  'Cause when Puba comes out, there'll be no skiddin'\n  I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n  Tell 'I'm fade the size, let a wolf on top\n  Reel and reel and soul to soul\n  Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe\n  It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n  I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff\n  And ya don't stop (\"Okay everybody\")\n  Now I'mma end it like this\n  I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n  Caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n  To the short stay, around my way,\n  And like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\"\n  I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n  Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored\n  I'm from Now Rule, I'm in the right mood,\n  And if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool\n  See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'\n  If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'\n  Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n  Then I'm straight, I got a date at eight\n  So see you brothers later, time to motivate\n  Yeah, now bust it\n  I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n  Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo.\n  And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace\n"},{"id":6540134,"name":"Step To The Rear","trackName":"Step To The Rear","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One For All (Explicit Version)","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go...\n(\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n\nYo Stud, bust it...\nStep to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\nRaised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\nRunnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\nI wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\nFigured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\nSmooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\nThere's no need to try to diss the swinger,\nBaby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\nThe bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\nYou try to step to this? It's void!\nA new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\nGain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\nBusted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\nIt's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\nPaid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\nWith the papes that I made from this trade.\nSo get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\nIf you wanna cash in on the wins.\nGrand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n(\"And you know what?\")\n\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n(\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\nGrand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\nShe don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\nBefore I have to play her is a foul way,\nAnd catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\nNow forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\nBallin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\nFrom full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\nEven bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\nIf Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\nSmooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\nSo come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\nNasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\nBut I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\nI go, on and on and on and on.\nNever in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\nKnew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\nSwimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\nBut now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\nArise to respond for the Max-well,\nAsk well, hell, it don't even matter.\nPuba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\nYou can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\nThe 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\nHuns that I've done always seem to pass out.\nBut hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\nYou try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\nFoes and hoes, good riddance.\nCuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\nI'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\nTell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\nReel and reel and soul to soul.\nHoney, heel to heel and toe to toe.\nIt really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\nI might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\nAnd ya don't stop...\n(\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\nI'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\nCaught her on looker, know where I took her,\nTo the short stay, around my way,\nAnd like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\nI caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\nSkins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\nFrom Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\nAnd if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\nSee this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\nIf you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\nBack up, sonny, and let me make my money,\nThen I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\nSo see you brothers later, time to motivate.\nYeah, now bust it...\n\nI'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\nDerrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\nPumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99] Here we go...\n[00:04.25] (\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:05.98] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:08.29] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:09.35] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:10.74] Yo Stud, bust it...\n[00:11.74] Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\n[00:13.04] Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\n[00:15.54] Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n[00:17.89] I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\n[00:20.24] Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\n[00:22.61] Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\n[00:25.07] There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n[00:27.02] Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\n[00:29.92] The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n[00:32.14] You try to step to this? It's void!\n[00:34.36] A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n[00:37.17] Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n[00:39.59] Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n[00:41.68] It's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n[00:44.32] Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n[00:46.52] With the papes that I made from this trade.\n[00:48.88] So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n[00:51.28] If you wanna cash in on the wins.\n[00:53.40] Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n[00:56.40] (\"And you know what?\")\n[00:58.66] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:01.33] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n[01:03.56] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:06.02] (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n[01:08.35] (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n[01:22.25] Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n[01:24.98] She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n[01:27.47] Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n[01:29.66] And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n[01:32.17] Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n[01:34.76] Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n[01:37.12] From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n[01:39.51] Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n[01:41.95] If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n[01:44.64] Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n[01:46.88] So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n[01:49.25] Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n[01:51.49] But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n[01:53.82] I go, on and on and on and on.\n[01:56.48] Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n[01:58.53] Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n[02:01.18] Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n[02:03.55] But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n[02:05.73] Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n[02:08.07] Ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n[02:10.77] Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n[02:13.05] \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n[02:15.36] You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n[02:17.96] The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n[02:20.55] Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n[02:22.76] But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n[02:25.22] You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n[02:27.69] Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n[02:29.73] Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n[02:32.45] I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n[02:34.84] Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n[02:37.18] Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n[02:39.23] Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n[02:42.22] It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n[02:44.54] I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n[02:47.50] And ya don't stop...\n[02:49.38] (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n[02:53.67] I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n[02:56.42] Caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n[02:58.53] To the short stay, around my way,\n[03:00.72] And like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n[03:03.11] I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n[03:05.99] Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n[03:08.21] From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n[03:10.43] And if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n[03:12.97] See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n[03:15.65] If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n[03:18.02] Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n[03:20.32] Then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n[03:22.58] So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n[03:25.49] Yeah, now bust it...\n[03:27.90] I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n[03:31.63] Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. 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It's void!\n  A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n  Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n  Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n  It's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n  Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n  With the papes that I made from this trade.\n  So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n  If you wanna cash in on the wins.\n  Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n  (\"And you know what?\")\n\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n  (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\n  Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n  She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n  Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n  And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n  Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n  Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n  From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n  Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n  If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n  Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n  So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n  Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n  But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n  I go, on and on and on and on.\n  Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n  Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n  Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n  But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n  Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n  Ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n  Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n  \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n  You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n  The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n  Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n  But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n  You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n  Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n  Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n  I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n  Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n  Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n  Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n  It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n  I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n  And ya don't stop...\n  (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n  I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n  Caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n  To the short stay, around my way,\n  And like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n  I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n  Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n  From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n  And if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n  See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n  If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n  Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n  Then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n  So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n  Yeah, now bust it...\n\n  I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n  Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n  Pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...\n"},{"id":10737440,"name":"Step to the Rear","trackName":"Step to the Rear","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One for All (30th Anniversary Remastered)","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go...\n(\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n\nYo Stud, bust it...\nStep to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\nRaised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\nRunnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\nI wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\nFigured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\nSmooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\nThere's no need to try to diss the swinger,\nbaby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\nThe bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\nyou try to step to this? It's void!\nA new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\ngain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\nBusted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\nit's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\nPaid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\nwith the papes that I made from this trade.\nSo get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\nif you wanna cash in on the wins.\nGrand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n(\"And you know what?\")\n\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n(\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\nGrand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\nShe don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\nBefore I have to play her is a foul way,\nand catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\nNow forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\nBallin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\nFrom full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\neven bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\nIf Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\nsmooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\nSo come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\nNasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\nBut I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\nI go, on and on and on and on.\nNever in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\nKnew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\nSwimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\nbut now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\nArise to respond for the Max-well,\nask well, hell, it don't even matter.\nPuba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\nYou can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\nThe 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\nHuns that I've done always seem to pass out.\nBut hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\nYou try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\nFoes and hoes, good riddance.\nCuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\nI'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\nTell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\nReel and reel and soul to soul.\nHoney, heel to heel and toe to toe.\nIt really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\nI might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\nAnd ya don't stop...\n(\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\nI'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\ncaught her on looker, know where I took her,\nto the short stay, around my way,\nand like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\nI caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\nSkins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\nFrom Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\nand if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\nSee this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\nIf you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\nBack up, sonny, and let me make my money,\nthen I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\nSo see you brothers later, time to motivate.\nYeah, now bust it...\n\nI'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\nDerrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\npumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99] Here we go...\n[00:04.25] (\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:05.98] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:08.29] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:09.35] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:10.74] Yo Stud, bust it...\n[00:11.74] Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\n[00:13.04] Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\n[00:15.54] Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n[00:17.89] I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\n[00:20.24] Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\n[00:22.61] Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\n[00:25.07] There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n[00:27.02] baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\n[00:29.92] The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n[00:32.14] you try to step to this? It's void!\n[00:34.36] A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n[00:37.17] gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n[00:39.59] Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n[00:41.68] it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n[00:44.32] Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n[00:46.52] with the papes that I made from this trade.\n[00:48.88] So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n[00:51.28] if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n[00:53.40] Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n[00:56.40] (\"And you know what?\")\n[00:58.66] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:01.33] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n[01:03.56] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:06.02] (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n[01:08.35] (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n[01:22.25] Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n[01:24.98] She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n[01:27.47] Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n[01:29.66] and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n[01:32.17] Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n[01:34.76] Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n[01:37.12] From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n[01:39.51] even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n[01:41.95] If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n[01:44.64] smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n[01:46.88] So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n[01:49.25] Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n[01:51.49] But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n[01:53.82] I go, on and on and on and on.\n[01:56.48] Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n[01:58.53] Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n[02:01.18] Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n[02:03.55] but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n[02:05.73] Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n[02:08.07] ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n[02:10.77] Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n[02:13.05] \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n[02:15.36] You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n[02:17.96] The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n[02:20.55] Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n[02:22.76] But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n[02:25.22] You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n[02:27.69] Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n[02:29.73] Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n[02:32.45] I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n[02:34.84] Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n[02:37.18] Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n[02:39.23] Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n[02:42.22] It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n[02:44.54] I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n[02:47.50] And ya don't stop...\n[02:49.38] (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n[02:53.67] I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n[02:56.42] caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n[02:58.53] to the short stay, around my way,\n[03:00.72] and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n[03:03.11] I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n[03:05.99] Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n[03:08.21] From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n[03:10.43] and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n[03:12.97] See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n[03:15.65] If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n[03:18.02] Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n[03:20.32] then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n[03:22.58] So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n[03:25.49] Yeah, now bust it...\n[03:27.90] I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n[03:31.63] Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. 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It's void!\n  A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n  gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n  Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n  it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n  Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n  with the papes that I made from this trade.\n  So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n  if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n  Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n  (\"And you know what?\")\n\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n  (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\n  Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n  She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n  Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n  and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n  Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n  Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n  From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n  even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n  If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n  smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n  So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n  Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n  But I'm looooong... 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(?)\n  Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n  Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n  It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n  I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n  And ya don't stop...\n  (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n  I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n  caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n  to the short stay, around my way,\n  and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n  I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n  Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n  From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n  and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n  See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n  If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n  Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n  then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n  So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n  Yeah, now bust it...\n\n  I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n  Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n  pumped this. 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It's void!\nA new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\ngain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\nBusted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\nit's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\nPaid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\nwith the papes that I made from this trade.\nSo get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\nif you wanna cash in on the wins.\nGrand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n(\"And you know what?\")\n\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n(\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\nGrand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\nShe don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\nBefore I have to play her is a foul way,\nand catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\nNow forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\nBallin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\nFrom full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\neven bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\nIf Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\nsmooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\nSo come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\nNasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\nBut I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\nI go, on and on and on and on.\nNever in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\nKnew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\nSwimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\nbut now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\nArise to respond for the Max-well,\nask well, hell, it don't even matter.\nPuba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\nYou can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\nThe 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\nHuns that I've done always seem to pass out.\nBut hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\nYou try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\nFoes and hoes, good riddance.\nCuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\nI'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\nTell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\nReel and reel and soul to soul.\nHoney, heel to heel and toe to toe.\nIt really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\nI might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\nAnd ya don't stop...\n(\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\nI'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\ncaught her on looker, know where I took her,\nto the short stay, around my way,\nand like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\nI caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\nSkins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\nFrom Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\nand if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\nSee this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\nIf you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\nBack up, sonny, and let me make my money,\nthen I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\nSo see you brothers later, time to motivate.\nYeah, now bust it...\n\nI'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\nDerrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\npumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99] Here we go...\n[00:04.25] (\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:05.98] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:08.29] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:09.35] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:10.74] Yo Stud, bust it...\n[00:11.74] Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\n[00:13.04] Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\n[00:15.54] Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n[00:17.89] I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\n[00:20.24] Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\n[00:22.61] Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\n[00:25.07] There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n[00:27.02] baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\n[00:29.92] The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n[00:32.14] you try to step to this? It's void!\n[00:34.36] A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n[00:37.17] gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n[00:39.59] Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n[00:41.68] it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n[00:44.32] Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n[00:46.52] with the papes that I made from this trade.\n[00:48.88] So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n[00:51.28] if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n[00:53.40] Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n[00:56.40] (\"And you know what?\")\n[00:58.66] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:01.33] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n[01:03.56] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:06.02] (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n[01:08.35] (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n[01:22.25] Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n[01:24.98] She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n[01:27.47] Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n[01:29.66] and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n[01:32.17] Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n[01:34.76] Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n[01:37.12] From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n[01:39.51] even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n[01:41.95] If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n[01:44.64] smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n[01:46.88] So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n[01:49.25] Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n[01:51.49] But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n[01:53.82] I go, on and on and on and on.\n[01:56.48] Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n[01:58.53] Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n[02:01.18] Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n[02:03.55] but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n[02:05.73] Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n[02:08.07] ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n[02:10.77] Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n[02:13.05] \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n[02:15.36] You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n[02:17.96] The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n[02:20.55] Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n[02:22.76] But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n[02:25.22] You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n[02:27.69] Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n[02:29.73] Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n[02:32.45] I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n[02:34.84] Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n[02:37.18] Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n[02:39.23] Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n[02:42.22] It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n[02:44.54] I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n[02:47.50] And ya don't stop...\n[02:49.38] (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n[02:53.67] I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n[02:56.42] caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n[02:58.53] to the short stay, around my way,\n[03:00.72] and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n[03:03.11] I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n[03:05.99] Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n[03:08.21] From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n[03:10.43] and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n[03:12.97] See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n[03:15.65] If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n[03:18.02] Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n[03:20.32] then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n[03:22.58] So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n[03:25.49] Yeah, now bust it...\n[03:27.90] I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n[03:31.63] Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. 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It's void!\n  A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n  gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n  Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n  it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n  Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n  with the papes that I made from this trade.\n  So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n  if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n  Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n  (\"And you know what?\")\n\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n  (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\n  Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n  She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n  Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n  and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n  Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n  Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n  From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n  even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n  If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n  smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n  So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n  Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n  But I'm looooong... 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(?)\n  Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n  Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n  It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n  I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n  And ya don't stop...\n  (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n  I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n  caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n  to the short stay, around my way,\n  and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n  I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n  Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n  From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n  and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n  See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n  If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n  Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n  then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n  So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n  Yeah, now bust it...\n\n  I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n  Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n  pumped this. 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It's void!\nA new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\nGain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\nBusted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\nIt's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\nPaid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\nWith the papes that I made from this trade.\nSo get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\nIf you wanna cash in on the wins.\nGrand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n(\"And you know what?\")\n\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n(\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\nGrand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\nShe don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\nBefore I have to play her is a foul way,\nAnd catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\nNow forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\nBallin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\nFrom full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\nEven bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\nIf Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\nSmooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\nSo come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\nNasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\nBut I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\nI go, on and on and on and on.\nNever in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\nKnew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\nSwimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\nBut now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\nArise to respond for the Max-well,\nAsk well, hell, it don't even matter.\nPuba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\nYou can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\nThe 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\nHuns that I've done always seem to pass out.\nBut hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\nYou try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\nFoes and hoes, good riddance.\nCuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\nI'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\nTell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\nReel and reel and soul to soul.\nHoney, heel to heel and toe to toe.\nIt really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\nI might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\nAnd ya don't stop...\n(\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\nI'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\nCaught her on looker, know where I took her,\nTo the short stay, around my way,\nAnd like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\nI caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\nSkins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\nFrom Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\nAnd if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\nSee this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\nIf you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\nBack up, sonny, and let me make my money,\nThen I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\nSo see you brothers later, time to motivate.\nYeah, now bust it...\n\nI'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\nDerrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\nPumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99]Here we go...\n[00:04.25](\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:05.98](\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:08.29](\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:09.35](\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:10.74]Yo Stud, bust it...\n[00:11.74]Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\n[00:13.04]Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\n[00:15.54]Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n[00:17.89]I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\n[00:20.24]Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\n[00:22.61]Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\n[00:25.07]There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n[00:27.02]Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\n[00:29.92]The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n[00:32.14]You try to step to this? 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I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n[01:53.82]I go, on and on and on and on.\n[01:56.48]Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n[01:58.53]Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n[02:01.18]Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n[02:03.55]But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n[02:05.73]Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n[02:08.07]Ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n[02:10.77]Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n[02:13.05]\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n[02:15.36]You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n[02:17.96]The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n[02:20.55]Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n[02:22.76]But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n[02:25.22]You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n[02:27.69]Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n[02:29.73]Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n[02:32.45]I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n[02:34.84]Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n[02:37.18]Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n[02:39.23]Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n[02:42.22]It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n[02:44.54]I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n[02:47.50]And ya don't stop...\n[02:49.38](\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n[02:53.67]I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n[02:56.42]Caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n[02:58.53]To the short stay, around my way,\n[03:00.72]And like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n[03:03.11]I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n[03:05.99]Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n[03:08.21]From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n[03:10.43]And if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n[03:12.97]See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n[03:15.65]If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n[03:18.02]Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n[03:20.32]Then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n[03:22.58]So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n[03:25.49]Yeah, now bust it...\n[03:27.90]I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n[03:31.63]Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. 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It's void!\n  A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n  Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n  Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n  It's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n  Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n  With the papes that I made from this trade.\n  So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n  If you wanna cash in on the wins.\n  Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n  (\"And you know what?\")\n\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n  (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\n  Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n  She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n  Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n  And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n  Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n  Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n  From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n  Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n  If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n  Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n  So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n  Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n  But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n  I go, on and on and on and on.\n  Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n  Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n  Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n  But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n  Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n  Ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n  Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n  \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n  You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n  The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n  Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n  But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n  You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n  Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n  Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n  I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n  Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n  Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n  Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n  It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n  I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n  And ya don't stop...\n  (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n  I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n  Caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n  To the short stay, around my way,\n  And like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n  I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n  Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n  From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n  And if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n  See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n  If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n  Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n  Then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n  So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n  Yeah, now bust it...\n\n  I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n  Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n  Pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...\n"},{"id":27467856,"name":"09 - step to the rear","trackName":"09 - step to the rear","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One For All","duration":238.524,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we go...\n(\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n(\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n\nYo Stud, bust it...\nStep to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\nRaised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\nRunnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\nI wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\nFigured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\nSmooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\nThere's no need to try to diss the swinger,\nbaby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\nThe bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\nyou try to step to this? It's void!\nA new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\ngain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\nBusted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\nit's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\nPaid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\nwith the papes that I made from this trade.\nSo get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\nif you wanna cash in on the wins.\nGrand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n(\"And you know what?\")\n\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n(\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n(\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\nGrand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\nShe don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\nBefore I have to play her is a foul way,\nand catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\nNow forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\nBallin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\nFrom full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\neven bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\nIf Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\nsmooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\nSo come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\nNasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\nBut I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\nI go, on and on and on and on.\nNever in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\nKnew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\nSwimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\nbut now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\nArise to respond for the Max-well,\nask well, hell, it don't even matter.\nPuba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n\"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\nYou can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\nThe 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\nHuns that I've done always seem to pass out.\nBut hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\nYou try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\nFoes and hoes, good riddance.\nCuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\nI'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\nTell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\nReel and reel and soul to soul.\nHoney, heel to heel and toe to toe.\nIt really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\nI might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\nAnd ya don't stop...\n(\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\nI'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\ncaught her on looker, know where I took her,\nto the short stay, around my way,\nand like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\nI caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\nSkins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\nFrom Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\nand if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\nSee this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\nIf you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\nBack up, sonny, and let me make my money,\nthen I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\nSo see you brothers later, time to motivate.\nYeah, now bust it...\n\nI'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\nDerrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\npumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.99] Here we go...\n[00:04.25] (\"Okay everybody...\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:05.98] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:08.29] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:09.35] (\"Sing my song\") (\"Step up to this\")\n[00:10.74] Yo Stud, bust it...\n[00:11.74] Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.\n[00:13.04] Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.\n[00:15.54] Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,\n[00:17.89] I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.\n[00:20.24] Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.\n[00:22.61] Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.\n[00:25.07] There's no need to try to diss the swinger,\n[00:27.02] baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.\n[00:29.92] The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,\n[00:32.14] you try to step to this? It's void!\n[00:34.36] A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n[00:37.17] gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n[00:39.59] Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n[00:41.68] it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n[00:44.32] Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n[00:46.52] with the papes that I made from this trade.\n[00:48.88] So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n[00:51.28] if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n[00:53.40] Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n[00:56.40] (\"And you know what?\")\n[00:58.66] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:01.33] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n[01:03.56] (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n[01:06.02] (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n[01:08.35] (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n[01:22.25] Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n[01:24.98] She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n[01:27.47] Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n[01:29.66] and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n[01:32.17] Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n[01:34.76] Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n[01:37.12] From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n[01:39.51] even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n[01:41.95] If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n[01:44.64] smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n[01:46.88] So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n[01:49.25] Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n[01:51.49] But I'm looooong... I'm like Stretch Armstrong,\n[01:53.82] I go, on and on and on and on.\n[01:56.48] Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.\n[01:58.53] Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.\n[02:01.18] Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...\n[02:03.55] but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.\n[02:05.73] Arise to respond for the Max-well,\n[02:08.07] ask well, hell, it don't even matter.\n[02:10.77] Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.\n[02:13.05] \"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter.\"\n[02:15.36] You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.\n[02:17.96] The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.\n[02:20.55] Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.\n[02:22.76] But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.\n[02:25.22] You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out.\n[02:27.69] Foes and hoes, good riddance.\n[02:29.73] Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.\n[02:32.45] I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,\n[02:34.84] Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)\n[02:37.18] Reel and reel and soul to soul.\n[02:39.23] Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.\n[02:42.22] It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff,\n[02:44.54] I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.\n[02:47.50] And ya don't stop...\n[02:49.38] (\"Okay everybody\")...now I'm-a end it like this:\n[02:53.67] I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,\n[02:56.42] caught her on looker, know where I took her,\n[02:58.53] to the short stay, around my way,\n[03:00.72] and like Monie say, \"it was the perfect way\".\n[03:03.11] I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes \"Praise the Lord\"\n[03:05.99] Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.\n[03:08.21] From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,\n[03:10.43] and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.\n[03:12.97] See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.\n[03:15.65] If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.\n[03:18.02] Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,\n[03:20.32] then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.\n[03:22.58] So see you brothers later, time to motivate.\n[03:25.49] Yeah, now bust it...\n[03:27.90] I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,\n[03:31.63] Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo. And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n[03:36.56] pumped this. 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It's void!\n  A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,\n  gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.\n  Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,\n  it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.\n  Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade,\n  with the papes that I made from this trade.\n  So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips\n  if you wanna cash in on the wins.\n  Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...\n  (\"And you know what?\")\n\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Here we go\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\") (\"Oh bay-bay!\")\n  (\"I've got a song to sing\")...Follow me now.\n  (\"Okay everybody\") 6x\n\n  Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.\n  She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.\n  Before I have to play her is a foul way,\n  and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.\n  Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.\n  Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.\n  From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,\n  even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.\n  If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,\n  smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.\n  So come take a dip with your *private dancer*.\n  Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.\n  But I'm looooong... 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And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who\n  pumped this. And I'm-a say, yo, peace...\n"}]