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Open bar (feat. grand puba)

Featuring Grand Puba

Bring it down...
(Chorus)
As we proceed well dressed to get done
Live well dress well to the day it's done (2x)

(Grand Puba)
Come here singing check this 2 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(yea)
We smacked this on the blizzard day we all remember
We stomp through wit Gortex and 3 ?guaded? timbers
So Ali, put them things to a halt
Get that rhythm so we can stack these papers in a ?boatà
No time for chicken when a nigga politicing
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
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 laying 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 skirts and blouses
Bitch, back the fuk up of my trousers

Chorus(2x)

(Sadat X)
Yea yea yea
Can 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
The same way as it comes, I want my pockets filled wit lumps
Puba, you know me for 20 odd years
Let's raise our glasses in cheers, 'that was all our? careers
You know what, we goaling in since the days of old
My pockets been swoll yet unconsole
Never dwell, we live swell on the d-low
Raise the person now in you, getting wit the us and now
Alamo, if you hit me once mo' 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 mindbenders and the big moneyspenders, 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

Bring it down...
Chorus(2x)

(Sadat X)
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, 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 squalla
Hey Puba, speak to these people

(Grand Puba)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, man, yo
My days is over playing Willie Cassanova
Used to fuk wit these bitches til 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 niggaz out, they might go tell
And on that note, let's shake it to we all butt naked
Keep the crisp style flowing, 'Mo, keep the beat going
It's Grand Puba, Ali, Sadat and don't foget it
Make you happy like the day that OJ was acquitted

Yea as we put it on like this, know I'm saying
Wild Cowboy, Grand Puba, Ali, ?mow wow skow?
Black, Bird, Mark Da Spark, Stud Doogie, huh, yea

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Featuring Grand Puba

Bring it down... 
(Chorus) 
As we proceed well dressed to get done 
Live well dress well to the day it's done (2x)

(Grand Puba) 
Come here singing check this 2 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(yea) 
We smacked this on the blizzard day we all remember 
We stomp through wit Gortex and 3 ?guaded? timbers 
So Ali, put them things to a halt 
Get that rhythm so we can stack these papers in a ?boatà 
No time for chicken when a nigga politicing 
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 
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 laying 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 skirts and blouses 
Bitch, back the fuk up of my trousers

Chorus(2x)

(Sadat X) 
Yea yea yea 
Can 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 
The same way as it comes, I want my pockets filled wit lumps 
Puba, you know me for 20 odd years 
Let's raise our glasses in cheers, 'that was all our? careers 
You know what, we goaling in since the days of old 
My pockets been swoll yet unconsole 
Never dwell, we live swell on the d-low 
Raise the person now in you, getting wit the us and now 
Alamo, if you hit me once mo' 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 mindbenders and the big moneyspenders, 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

Bring it down... 
Chorus(2x)

(Sadat X) 
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, 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 squalla 
Hey Puba, speak to these people

(Grand Puba) 
Hey, hey, hey, hey, man, yo 
My days is over playing Willie Cassanova 
Used to fuk wit these bitches til 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 niggaz out, they might go tell 
And on that note, let's shake it to we all butt naked 
Keep the crisp style flowing, 'Mo, keep the beat going 
It's Grand Puba, Ali, Sadat and don't foget it 
Make you happy like the day that OJ was acquitted

Yea as we put it on like this, know I'm saying 
Wild Cowboy, Grand Puba, Ali, ?mow wow skow? 
Black, Bird, Mark Da Spark, Stud Doogie, huh, yea