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[Intro: Sadat X, Other] Stop speeding, still got to give me a line Stop speeding Yes to my fam, give it to me with the blam blam blam [Hook] Drink it down Drink it down Drink it down Drink it down [Chorus] As we proceed well dressed to get done Live swell, dress well to the day it's done (x2) [Verse 1: Grand Puba] Come here thinging, check this two piece combo Grand Puba, Dat X snatching Polly-o Please, dig the way we grant this cheese Looks a whole lot better wit a pocket full of cheddar (Yeah) We smacked this on the blizzard day we all remember We stomp through wit' Gortex and three guarded timbers So Ali, put them things to a halt Get that rhythm so we can stack these papers in a vault No time for chicken when a nigga politicin' No time for sticking cuz honey here is easy picking I need to be straighter than gator Catch a flashback and you can do me in the project elevator (Yeah) It's no guessing when it comes to this session Ah, it's no diggy, Ali hit us wit' a blessing Me and Sadat go back to the days of the sandbox Now we much bigger, still love ya nigga We used to chase honies back then Now all we chasing is decimals, Range Rovers and Mercedes Benz 850's and houses, no time for skate and blouses Bitch, back the fuck up of my trousers [Chorus] [Verse 2: Sadat X] Yea yea yea You face success for the coming year Drink jet, lay back and get your swiderve Make the breadline wind way around the corner I want all of my people to be rich so life wouldn't be such a bitch In the same way as it chumps, I want my pockets filled wit' lumps Puba, you know me for 20 odd years Let's raise our glasses in cheers, and resume our careers Ya know what, we golden in since the days are old My pockets been swoll yet undisole Never dwell, we live swell on the d-low Raise the personal and you get hit wit' the arsenal Alamo, if you hit me once more wit that I'll return and burn, kill shit for the ages Rip up the stages listed in the yellow pages They better slow down wit' that slander I am the great Sadat X from New York State And I rate much more than pretenders I'm down wit mind-benders and the big money-spenders, the big earners There'll be no cross burners in this part of the grass I'll be the first one to flip and run up wild in that ass [Hook] [Chorus] [Verse 3: Sadat X, Grand Puba] Yeah, yeah Let bygones be bygones was last year's episode This year I wanna explode wit' the great paper caper If the move is willing, should I not go for the killing? Freewheeling poses a lot of death, so wack rappers waste a lot of breaths The cognac is back in a mid size glass wit' ice I'm already nice, who got the dice? So let's roll, hold on, let me gain control When you hear this jam, you can bet your last dollar I was jack deep down born in a whole squally Hey Puba, speak to these people Hey, hey, hey, hey, man, yo My days is over playing Willie Casanova Used to fuck wit' these bitches till I smacked up my Rover Used to take the hoes to the hotel If they wanted mo', used to take them to the motel Shit was swell, in '96 though I be mad jell 'Cuz if you play these chickens out, they might go tell And on that note, let's shake it till we all butt naked Keep the crisp style flowing, 'Mo, keep the beat going It's Grand Puba, Ali, Sadat and don't fo'get it Make you happy like the day that OJ was acquitted [Outro: Grand Puba] Yea as we put it on like this, know I'm saying Wild Cowboy, Grand Puba, Ali, mow bow skow Black, Bird, Mark Da Spark, Stud Doogie, huh, yea