You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me
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- Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh Yea.. {*imitating the beat*} This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea [Verse One] Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color) Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter) Smash shit regularly, word to my mother Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda) Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter) Ahh, articulate! Feels so great that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate) No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five) UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands) Foul shit, way out of order Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water) Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna) Aight bitches, now show yo' asses [Chorus] The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up) We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin) (we keep it gangsta muh'fucka) And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh (what the fuck, c'mon) [Verse Two] Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud My price tag, just to show up the shit Might be somethin you can't afford Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH! Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS) Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash) No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop What we drop and how we keep shit comin How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it Controllin the land, controllin the sea Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse Make bitches shake they shit to the floor And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap Make you crash all in your whip when you drive I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up.. [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shit The fuckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin {*laughing*}
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