Step to the Rear

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