BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "I Knock You Out"
Notorious is glorious in the sack
Hit skins from the back
Put my thumb up in the $$# crack
Brooklyn freaky n-gga with the most stuff
I'm Jesus pops, Mary just blame Joseph
You should see her drink the !@&(
She suck a mean one
Leaving them three apostle's scheming
See when, BIG f-ck a (*##$
B.I.G duck a (*##$, quick fast
Dick to $$#, don't hesitate split fast
You know what's up, here's a quarter and a buck
My steps is kinda creaky, try not to wake my moms up
Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty
That's why nut is all over your body
You know what's up
[Busta Rhymes]
B.R. and B.I. get cream
People always sayin' what the hell does that mean?
(*##$es always see me and they can't understand how I once was a little boy and became a man
Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, (*##$es
One by one I knock you out, (*##$es
One by one I knock you out, (*##$es
You're dippin your hand in the grab bag
Stopping and than I drop it, and pop em
Dig up all in your $$# bag
She giving me head all up in the back of the damn cab
The meter running hoping shawty paying the damn tab
She how the $$# drag
This %#@! big, that's why we f-ck em New York all the way down to Baghdad
Stabbing the p-ssy and jabbing like I'm Zab Judah
And plummet her p-ssy with plungers like I'm Roto Rooter
Beat the p-ssy til the %#@! flab
And wear it out til it swole and the coochie smelling like king crab
This type of dick is something this (*##$ never had
And make her swollow the dick til the (*##$ gag
Get mad, chick grabbing all over my jonhson, Charles Bronson
Big slab of meat, hungry and fresh of a monthly so she had to eat
Throwing me the $$# and we aint even have to speak
[Busta Rhymes]
B.R. and B.I. get cream
People always sayin' what the hell does that mean?
(*##$es always see me and they can't understand how I once was a little boy and became a man
Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, (*##$es
One by one I knock you out, (*##$es
One by one I knock you out, (*##$es
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