[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 n***a 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 n***a
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