BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me"
Yea.. [imitating the beat]
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea
[Verse One]
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
%#@! butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash %#@! regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the (*##$es and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my (*##$es, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my ^!$$%z with %#@! they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all ^!$$%z can take a nosedive
%#@! so live (*##$es wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! $#&@ it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and $#&@ (*##$es who love to hold (hands)
Foul %#@!, way out of order
$#&@ %#@! up leave (*##$es hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live %#@! come on ^!$$%z do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight (*##$es, now show yo' $$#es
[Chorus]
The %#@! we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the $#&@ up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'$#&@a)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't $#&@in with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the $#&@, c'mon)
[Verse Two]
Huh, you see I got so much new hot %#@! 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 ^!$$%z applaud
My price tag, just to show up the %#@!
Might be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice ^!$$%z like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now ^!$$%z know we rock on, @@#!-strong
All y'all ^!$$%z is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse $$# (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the %#@! well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep %#@! comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make ^!$$%z collapse
Make (*##$es shake they %#@! 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 ^!$$%z! Now throw yo' hands up..
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some %#@!
The $#&@in.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]
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