Flippin' the script, page one   We got the real McCoy's in the house   The big kids callin' all the shots   So here's the resume for the day, check it   It's time to turn the page      So check it out y'all, check it, check it out   Check it out y'all, check it, check it out   Check it out y'all, check it, check it out   Check it out y'all, check it, check it out      Well here's some reel type shit, Grand Puba with the singer   Give thumbs up 'cause I'm glad I could bring her   Honey clear your throat, yeah, yeah the shit sound dope      Well, here goes the skit, it's the kick a rhyme zing   To the beat shit that you wanna get wit   Brothers try to copy but they just can't get it down right   This is how we move it tonight      So honey is you ready? Yes I'm ready   So, kick the flavor, get the loot, and let's be jetti   Aiyyo, check it      Well, I'll be damned if I do, damned if I don't   It's time to kick the flavor on the reel you think I won't?   And you know I come to kick the flavor too   Well, that's true, now how we do?      I gets busy, aiyyo, hon me too and that's nothin'   'Cause that's the way we do, so get ready   Because you know the deal and what's the real thing, yeah, yeah, yeah   So let's get down, get down with honey from uptown      When I'm done with this I'll be around like James Brown   Ain't no thing, honey just sing, you know I and you   Yeah, we got it goin' on, we got it goin' on   We got it goin on, we got it goin' on      So check it out y'all, check it, check it out   Check it out y'all, check it, check it out   Check it out y'all, check it, check it out   Check it out y'all, check it, check it out      You know, you know, I know, Puba knows how to flow   So bear witness to the Grand Puba slickness   Better get your medication 'cause it spreads on the quickness   Take notes to what's goin' on      Aiyyo, Grand Puba and Mary won't steer you wrong   Hon it's just that shit, let's get it on and on and on, and on and on   Aiyyo, some try to flow but they just can't do it   But you know how that go, ain't nothin' to it      But to do it, run right through it   Those who know the time, already knew it   I drink a snapple and I wet my Adam's apple   And head straight for the center, the dope style inventor      Quick to make a buck 'cause it's not beginner's luck   Type of shit that hits when you pump it in your truck   Not Ashford and Simpson, Ike and Tina Turner   Sonny or Cher, it's somethin' dope on your ear      So whether Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday   Thursday, Friday, Saturday, it don't make a matter   This is the type of shit to make the pockets fatter   It's simply splendid, the way that we bend it   But it's time for me to jet, so I'm a let Mary end it      You know, you know, I know   Puba knows how to flow got it goin' on   You know, you know I know you got it goin' on   You, yeah, yeah, baby, baby, baby, baby baby