[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