Catastrophe lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe feat. DJ Khaled)
[Intro:]
At the end of our time
We've chosen to believe in each other
Today we face the monsters that are at our door!
Today we are cancelling the apocalypse!
Catastrophic!
Yeah, do you know who I am?
You know who I am, nigga?
Motherfucker named Reek the Villain, nigga
Where the fuck you been, under a rock, nigga?
The Conglomerate lead off nigga
They send these shits to me, nigga
I lead this shit, Buss finish it, but I lead this shit, man
Fuckin' cockroaches - fuckin' cockroaches
Catastrophic!
[Verse 1: Reek the Villain]
Listen...
I said I'm dippin' in my low-low
Ridin' with that four-four
Pretty bitch beside me, all your bitches they be so-so
And I'm slingin' cocoa, got it for the low-low
Dudes I get my coke from be screamin' 'bout them locos
Know we keep it Trillville, all my niggas real trill
Shout out to my homies in the feds, my nigga Real Nil
Roosevelt we G'd up, wildin' like we eat up
I'm the nicest nigga, Buss can go and kick his feet up
And let me take this over, let me get that dough up
I don't even drive no more, the boy be gettin' chauffeured
And this bitch she wear my chain, I'm feelin' like I'm Hova
And you used to be the man, now your shit is over, it's over
Catastrophe!
If you listening to this song right now, blessings
That means the world didn't end
But this shit is catastrophic
You test Conglomerate
The world gon' end
You test Busta Rhymes, Reek the Villain, J-Doe
It's YMCMB
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
If you ain't know we hear to win, lethal like I'm heroin
Every time we come again, niggas know we murderin'
Everything about y'all, bitch you know I don't care
Make my niggas throw chairs, we ain't goin' nowhere
Bitch they love Busta, know they lovin' Busta
Your swag lackluster – matter of fact, fuck ya
Bitch I got a chauffeur, and a fuckin' butler
Pics of bitches givin' me head on Instagram and Tumblr
I don't need your number, throw 'em in the dumpster
When you get new money, bitch, you get a new type of hunger
Smokin' like a muffler, gettin' money like a hustler
I don't mean to be mean but I'll poke your spleen 'til the shit get ruptured
Dali!
Don't play yourself
You know when you hear the icon, legend Busta Rhymes
You know what he does
You know how he does it, too
He shits on every verse
Shits on you
And finished you
This shit is catastrophic
Conglomerate
[Verse 3: J-Doe]
How do I start this? Wanna say some hard shit
To show you I'm a artist, but this song is retarded
I can't think of nothin', but I gotta say somethin'
And since this track is bumpin', these ratchet hoes gon' love it
I be goin' crazy on these records every day
I'm getting' to the money every ma'fuckin' way
I let all these hoes come over but not one of them can stay
And this shit gon' never change 'til I'm old and I'm gray
Sit your ass down... and don't say nothin'
Better get excited when you see the don bumpin'
And to me it's like Christmas for these bitches they be blushin'
It's disgustin' how they love it but I ain't givin' 'em nothin'
Yeah...
[Outro:]
More money, more problems
Same shit, just a different day
It's the end of the world every day
It's called survival
This shit is catastrophic
Catastrophe
No room for the weak
The weak can suck a dick, and bow down
Conglomerate
We the best
YMCMB
Shaheem Reid
All Gold Everything lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian & J-Doe with Trinidad James)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, why you niggas wanna try to complicate shit?
Why y'all niggas wanna try to ask me questions now?
Y'all know what the fuck I do, man
Don't ask me shit, man
[Hook:]
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch
Don't believe just watch
Don't believe just watch
Don't believe just watch
Don't believe just watch
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Get up off my block, nigga
See the gold Musson drop top, nigga?
Pinky ring make a bitch fart, nigga
30-karat yellow canary rock, in her
Look, you got nerve lil' nigga
King Tut ready, to the curb, lil' nigga
I hope you listenin' to every word, lil' nigga
Full course comin', this the hors d'oeuvre, lil' nigga
Three-kilo gold Cuban on my neck, homie
Three dice roll Cee-Lo when I bet only
All gold uniform like my name Kobe
All gold unicorn pendent on my trophy
World champ of this whole shit, niggas know me
So much gold niggas bitches call me Goldie
Did so much for the game, niggas owe me
For the co-sign I'm the one you gotta go see
Before you niggas try to approach me
Just know I'm in the corner, kinda busy where the hoes be
I'm the coke layin' under where they nose be
You the joke, niggas laughing at you low key
Now get to know the way the bro live
Derek Lam gold frames up on my nose bridge
Gold Ace bottles fillin' up my whole fridge
Showcase models, nails, toes did
Solid gold, kid
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Gold all in my chain, gold all on my wall
Not only do I kill verses, but I wrote all of your favourite songs
Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, killer rollin' in tank
Yeah I got plaques all on my wall, and I got stacks all in my bank
Nigga, nigga, nigga
How the fuck can you hate, ungh
When I'm just doin' my thing? Aye!
What other nigga you know, write pop songs, rap and make base? None
I am original, these other rappers sound typical
I got it locked in the figure-four
And they could never see me, I'm invisible
And I got...
[Verse 3:]
Gold chain on my frame with the gold Jesus
Whole bank in my jeans I'm a gold Visa
Gold bling in my ring like a Saints helmet
Gold rappers on my dick then your girl pelvis
Fuck, boy... we don't fuck with no broke dudes
My jewelry game is bicoastal
And my piece is on my stomach like soul food
Your homie snitchin', he so fool
Over bread I'm a show him what the toast do
Seein' lines in HD like Pro Tools
Then hit the Hamptons and throw on my boat shoes
Cruise the Atlantic, stoppin' out in Trinidad
Make a movie, turn a island into Cinemax
Gold album would appear from a pen and pad...
Assemble that...
[Hook]
Poetic Justice lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Q-Tip & Janet Jackson)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Look, tell me what you really wanna see
I had the greatest experience, you can have video, what's it gonna be?
I had to say it wowing, my heartbeat started pounding
Walked on the set while she got dressed and cocked wings on her outfit
Janet, why you doing this to me?
At the time I couldn't believe we both were starring in this movie
You in my video, you know a nigga loved it
I spent 2.4 million on the fucking budget
All my jewelry flooded, see how the kid was on?
First rap nigga album you've ever featured on
And I was weak in the Lord, despite the things we said
My first words to Hype Williams is "I can't believe this dream"
Shot a solo scene, I tried to make mines better
But I love when we shot together, and we rubbed up on each other
But I'm a little jealous, Tip, your tongue went in her mouth
In that Poetic Justice movie, from what I can account
You know what we be 'bout...
Any time, huh?
Any place, baby?
Now, you know, at the time, I was really
I really had my crush on shorty, man, you know what I mean?
Yeah, I was in love with shorty since she was Benny
and all that on Good Times and shit, you know what I mean?
Ayo, come one, you's a fucked up dude for doin' that to me, man
You broke my heart with that, man
[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Come on, Buss, you know how many dudes say that to me? Like...
Once a day, girl, truly
We grew up with her through the lens of a camera
Didn't have much, but dare said I'm having her
Shorty was the joint, here's my case and point
Me and 'Pac rollin' L's in the trailer
Both of us get to scheming how to nail her
First movie about to come out in the theater
Pleasure principle, butt to the makeup truck, so ill I gave her my code
We kissed, I took her control, we swapped as all the film rolled
A marathon, we kept this good thing going, sunset, the moon, it came on
In my mind it would prolong
Listen, the scene was deaded, but I wanted my own edit
Me and Justice kissing keep it going, two pros with credit
A memorable summer in '92 out in Cali
When I got back up top my niggas asked about the fatty
And did I smash her madly, to that I had to answer
Negative, but I'd give anything to be her dancer
A captivating lady, I used to be her baby
Good Times, they never fading
Look back and celebrate Poetic Justice
[Outro: Janet Jackson]
At any time, and any place, I don't care who's around
At any time, and any place, I don't care who's around
In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes
I can feel your hand moving up my thighs
In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes
I can feel your hand moving up my thighs
What You Know About It lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian feat. J-Doe)
[Intro:]
Nigga, you know who the fuck we is?
(The Conglomerate...)
[Verse 1:]
Fuck boy, I'm a money hoe
I truck a wealthy nigga 'fore you ever see my money low
Alfredo, I got fettuccini, they be rappin'
Talkin' all that money they never seen
Frontin' like you got bank roll
Nigga, you don't make dough
Birthday over, one slice left of cake, though
They be on that funny shit, we be on that money shit
Catch 'em drinkin', pull up on that bar, give you a 20 clip
Rap life, trap life, black white, stash pipes
Back streets maskin' up watchin' for the flashlights
Your girl wanna suck me off, she ain't have to ask twice
Big strong brother and I'm out like it's my last night
Cocaine cowboy, long island D-Boy
Blow is raw and that thing gleamin' like Leroy
Black and yellow Smith & Wesson that's my bumble bee toy
And they gon' reminisce over your ass, trouble T-Roy
Yeah! Yeah! When I let that thing go
The whole club sleepin' on the floor like it's hangover
Monday is Juliette's, Tuesday is Green House
Wednesday and butter, I'm a pull out all this green
And let it go!
[Hook:]
What you know about it?
Get green, whip clean, what you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don't never see a broke motherfucker 'round me
What you know about it?
Get green, whip clean, what you know about it?
Put them, put them, put them hands up if you know about it
You ain't never seen a broke motherfucker 'round me
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Mad machete, Busta Rhymes, you ain't ready, boy
Fuckin' somethin' up when it's comin' to that fetti, boy
Lil' lame niggas better get your parachute and jump
Get up off my plane 'fore my niggas para-shoot-you-up
Think I'm sayin' peace when I throw them fuckin' deuces up?
I'm only signalin' niggas to start hangin' them nooses up
Somebody gonna die, break a branch just to beat you
Go! Chop the body parts and let the pigs eat you
Holes through every part of your body we can see through
Continue blowin' the cannon, I wouldn't wanna be you
I let it go like I'm sick and hear voices
Spend money like a nigga copped a fleet of Rolls Royces
Prepared to purchase everything while exploring the choices
Then enjoy eatin' your food like I'm eatin' lobsters and oysters
Time and time again I got 'em walkin' like a fiend walk
I'm done speakin' to niggas, I'm a let the homie Doe talk
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Brought twenty thou out and I'm a blow it
Your man pullin' fifteen hundred out just to show it
If shorty ain't drinkin' hard liquor we'll Moet
Then it's to the Tele suite afterward so she can hoe it
She gon' swallow all of me, I'm a blow her brains out
My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house
Loud pack of kush and that Goose got me spaced out
Standin' on the sofa fadin', sweatin' all my waves out (faded)
In my new Trews, slow bucks, long sleeve
Lookin' like I need to be posin' under palm trees
And I'm quick to let my four squirt
Unemployed gangster nigga, you don't want no work
We live by the hustler testament
We cop a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestling
Throw it in the pot with the fish and we stretchin' it
Go and hug the corner like we sexin' it, fuck boy
Eighteen-wheeler jewelry game truck, boy
She ain't drop, don't be a hater, let her cook, boy
My chrome and black nina call her lady luck
And any time you see her goin' down she gon' give it up
Like, let it go!
[Hook]
Let it go...
Diamond In The Ruff lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)
[Intro:]
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin', like
Got a lot of these ma'fuckin' sucka ass niggas
Niggas be havin' fallouts with they niggas over these bitches
That ain't gangster, nigga
I don't give a fuck (that ain't gangter, nigga)
Right or wrong, I ain't never stop fuckin' with one of my niggas over a bitch
Might not, never!
Might not, never!
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'll tell you my story, nigga
Listen...
[Verse 1:]
We started out moving niddicks
Worked our way up to briddicks
On the block holdin' fiddiffs
Hustlin' 'til the sun show
Beef came, let the guns blow, movin' like bros, sharin' one soul
Nigga fuck around and messed up young hoe
Knew she was a slob, still gave the bitch a son, though
Stupid, dirt-bomb bitch tryin' to holler
Hittin' me on Facebook, creepin', tryin' to swallow
But don't let your homie know, keep it on the low, boo
Came to you like a real nigga, and I showed you
You went back and told a bitch right after I told you
So she flipped the shit around, now you lookin' funny
Stopped comin' 'round, now you actin' all funny
Don't even pick up the phone for a nigga unless it's money (wow)
Shittin' on your man got me feelin' like a dummy
Never thought you would play me for some bunny, fucked nigga
You know the real love come before the riches
You know the saying, nigga, money over bitches (MOB, nigga)
Even better, bros over hoes
Only sucka ass niggas sell they souls over gold
(Type of nigga like you) can't put a price on integrity
Naw - flippin' over hoes, homie, never me
Naw - 'cause I'm what you call a real nigga
If you ain't that, we ain't even tryin' to deal with ya
Pussy...
[Verse 2:]
Yeuh
Watch me
Aye
Okay
I think about her every now and then
I think about the time we used to spend
I think about the trips we used to take
I think about the love we used to make
I think about, I think about our first and last date
I think about how we can never be
I think about how we never agreed
Unh, unh, unh, look, look
Why I'm thinking 'bout her crazy ass?
Cause she a diamond in the ruff and I can't let it pass
Still in college, still live with her mama
But she don't let a nigga pay when I say that I got it
When she goin' through hard times, I put dough in her pocket
She take it out, give it to me, then tell me to stop it
She say she got her own dreams and her own goals
And all I need is your support down the long road
I told her that she got that
That's why she never on the market 'cause I locked that
Yeuh – yeuh
Prelude To The Truth lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)
[Intro: Reek Da Villain]
Yeah yeah yeah, Bussa Buss, is you with me?
(There's just one thing I wanna say)
J-Doe, is you with me?
(There's just one thing I wanna say)
Tiger Woods, is you with me?
(There's just one thing I wanna say)
Flizzy Whoa is you with me?
(There's just one thing I wanna say)
Yeah, Rozay is you with me?
(What goes around comes back around again)
Strong Isle is you with me?
(What goes around comes back around again)
New York, is you with me?
(What goes around comes back around again)
Quiet Storm, is you with me?
(What goes around comes back around again)
Conglomerate, is you with me?
[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
Here goes the villain and you know we don't fake it
If it ain't dead presidents he don't chase it
Laying in a Bentley, or swerving in a Benzy
Two-tone chain, black and white Spud McKenzie
These mashed-potato niggas all mushy
At the round table with each other paying footsy
Try to style on me, play me like I'm Cookie
But revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
Now I'm layin' in the yard with a Mack 10
One of my five shooters with me, John Paxton
Soon as he pulled up, the car, made it back spin
Transformed from a black man into Mike Jackson
Skin all white like he Michael (Michael)
Fucked nigga, life is a cycle (cycle)
How you drive your mom in a hearse
If my 38 special revolve 'round your earth?
[Hook:]
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again
[Verse 2: J-Doe]
They say what goes around... come back around
They used to laugh at me for rappin', but who laughing now?
They see me stylin' on the TV and the magazines
Which only mean one thing (what?) stackin' green
My flow on fire like I lit it up with gasoline
Was so inspired by No Limit, now I'm Master P
At least that's what these hoes call me
But that's because I'm balling with no Spalding
My style is similar to no other (no other)
I'm bound to get it, word to my mother
You need Fire Marshall Bill, In Living Color
'Cause I'm burnin' shit down, year round, 'til summer ('til summer)
For those who never heard me before
Welcome to the fan club with J-Doe
Never in the box, always chains froze
I won't stop 'til I'm on top, let's go
[Hook]
My Type Of Party lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Dom Kennedy, Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)
[Intro:]
'Glomerate, nigga
Yo Flizzy, you know we one and the same
This our type of party, nigga
You know what I'm sayin', like...
J-Doe!
These bitches actin' out, we love it though
Bussa Buss, nigga
Yeah
Spill it
Check it
It's my type of party
Scratch it up
Quiet Storm, me and T, nigga
[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
It's Strong Island, I'm Neo
Run the jungle with Leos
Blunted but I keep C notes
Kill niggas in trios
Smoke weed with my PO
Pop mollys with Geo
Fuck bitches with Tyga
And I get money stacks with Cee Lo
Birdman is my homie
Busta Rhymes is my brodie
I don't trust these bitches
Carryin' monsters like they Cody
Say I'm trill if they know me
Sue woo to my homies
Saint Ives bottle in my hand
But I'm in the club carrying that 40
Came with bitches that's bocky
Know they bad, so they cocky
Struttin' hard through that lobby
Headed outside to ride my Bugatti
They got drunk in this party
Now these bitches all horny
And I was foamin like Roddie
So I pulled it out and let the bitch blow me
Get my jewelry from Jacob
I don't shop at Benny's
Chain yellow and red
Shit looks like at Wendy's
Money stacks, I got plenty
Look at my feet, my shoes, they say Fendi
In a trap spot I'm vamping like Jerry
Cooking that work up like it's Denny's
[Hook:]
Your girl got a cute face
Her friend got a nice body
And they just wanna have fun
This my type of party
Twenty bitches in the lobby
There's plenty bitches in my lobby
And they all drinkin', they smokin'
This my type of party
[Verse 2:]
Bitch we bubble like soda
Sellin' these verses like coca
Bitch respect my persona
Or I'll leave your ass up in a coma
What's poppin'? Slam, okra
Twistin' it good like yoga
Kiss your bitch then I stroke her
They complain 'cause I got too much exposure
All of my meals I eat kosher
Blackout, break a nigga shoulder
Put the ratchet back up in the holster
Sick with it like I was pneumonia
I like your chain but it's a loaner
Can't talk to me, nigga hold up
Short breath nigga, I'm a grownup
See the space shuttle when a nigga roll up
Shift the clusters when I touch that gas
It's must a nigga bust that ass
In disgust the way you lust that trash
While we in the club and now we got it on smash
Smashin' every arena
International Visa
When I'm done a nigga need FEMA
Can't breathe, got emphysema
White lines on a black table, zebra
Sniff coke, become another creature
Tiptoeing on top of the speaker
Bitch, strip club dance like a ballerina
See me move with my army
Fuck you niggas, I'm sorry
With my caviar and my coffee
Bitch this my type of party
[Hook]
[Verse 3: J-Doe]
Bad hoe in my place
Stacked with a nice body
She just talkin' 'bout fuckin'
That's my type of party
Twenty hoes tryin' to call me
It's plenty hoes tryin' to call me
And niggas tryin' to be next
That's my type of party, okay
Ridin' round in my space ship
Fresh off of vacation
My bitch look amazing
Your bitches look basic
Hear your shit and change stations
My style is looking like greatness
Your swag need some donations (hold up)
Shout out to my boy Dom
LA niggas, we on
Tyga, Problem & Kendrick
Game & YG let's get it
I'm killin' the verse with no problem
Don't rehearse and don't write 'em
I just mob in that booth
Whatever I do sound awesome
[Hook]
Adorn lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Miguel, Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)
[Intro: Reek Da Villain]
Whoo!
Can't wait to taste your skin
Villain, listen - Miguel
(The Conglomerate)
[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
Daughter of a queen, fit for a prince
Took me from a frog to a man with a kiss
Now I'm prince charming, you my miss, darling
Life on a dice game, she my Miss All-In
Fell to the ground and it made my head crack
Know I ball like a nigga with a leg tat
Everyday without you's a major set back
And the way I adorn you, I can't accept that
Naw... I need you, this is far from optional
Get chills from the thought of some other nigga poppin' you
Hold your hand while they roll you through the hospital
I'd give you a child every day if it was possible
[Hook: Miguel]
Ooh babe, my love
Just let my love adorn you
Please, baby... yeah
You gotta know
You gotta know
You know that I adorn you
Yeah baby...
Baby
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Mommy got a beauty, make me weak until I can't cope
Smelling like a watermelon, Neutrogena bath soap
Now remember that nervous excitement that you used to get
Blood rushin' harder, get to racin' just a little bit
More so from your first woman that you appreciated fully
If she was your first love, 'specially your first pussy
You so in tune with each other, let me inform you
Over protective with the shit we have cause I adorn you
Regulate your ex, I can't help it if he scorn, boo
Only familiar with securing wins, that's what I'm born to do
Call her that "Ain't Nothin' Better"
And focusing on what we got so we can grow together
Let's do it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: J-Doe]
You know it's hard for me to tell you the...
Way you got me feelin' baby
You know cause, 'cause I ain't really with the sucker shit
You know, but I'm trying
Girl I wanna be the only one (the only one)
Aye, but I ain't motherfuckin' stupid
Know niggas gonna be choosing
Tyin' your ass right down, so I make sure your ass is used to
Gettin' fly shit, you know that's my bitch
When you see us, she look more rare than a diamond
Unh - you know I'm playin' on another level
I just wait and spend your rent on another Bezel
Damn...
[Hook]
No Worries lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian, Lil Wayne & Detail)
[Hook:]
Look me in my face
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
See them shroomies keep me up
So I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
You see money, right there
That's Tunechi, right there
Yeah that's Mack Maine, right there
And we ain't got no worries
You see pussy, right there
Red bone mangoes right there
See them shroomies, right there
We ain't got no worries
[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
See that pistol off of my waist
So I ain't got no worries
Got them snowflakes in my chain so them diamonds glowin' in flurries
Got your chicken all in my face, tryin' to feed me all of that curry
And I was 'bout to eat the shit up, but that kitty cat was too furry
And I'm like "baby girl you crazy - baby girl you crazy"
I'm not lazy I got Bronco up in that pussy, Willis McGahee
You should pay me just to fuck you
Few stacks, just pluck you
I got golden arms, platinum fingers
It's a privilege for me to just touch you bitch
Yeah... got your buddy all in my whip
Got 'bout 20 strong in my clip
And my money long as my dick
I watch birds fly on my strip
I watch herbs die my strip
I watch slugs fly on my grip
Anytime them fucks high on my chips
See that Villain, so trill
That Villain boy so trill
I'm top shelf in that supermarket and all you niggas no frills
That black card in my pocket, I ain't spendin' no bills
Drop that molly in the champagne
Why? 'Cause I ain't takin' no pills
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
It's Busta Buss in the place
And I ain't got no worries
'Cause I'm bustin' all in her face
'Til her vision start to get blurry
Yeah, see me 'bout to get straight to it
And we getting to this shit early
Oh man, oh Lord, of his mercy
See the way we got 'em all thirsty
Bitch come and ride with me on this journey
Come and straddle on my beef jerky
I'm a make her sweat, the more we get dirty
Bitch had a perm but now her shit curly
It's Young Money right here
It's The Conglomerate right here
See all this bread that I'm a peel off
When I get to buyin' everything up in here
Shit getting' hot and gettin' all humid
Poppin' that molly, actin' all stupid
When they ask who the nicest in the circle
Don't be mad 'cause your name ain't included
If you need water flow be like fluids
See the way we comin' in suited and booted
When I finish with 'em I leave 'em all wounded
Bitch you ain't knowin' my Level Five mutant
See how this shit is really going
Acting like they ain't knowing
Got a nigga really digging in they pocket
And every time I ask they open and closin'
Look I hope you know what the fuck, what this shit is
When I dig in your stomach and you curse me
Go ahead and angle the pussy a whole other way
I ain't got no worries, biatch!
[Hook]
Elevator Music lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with J-Doe)
[Verse 1: J-Doe]
If you ain't get the memo, I been here before Nintendo
Every instrumental, I beat that shit up like Kimbo
The whip is too official
Bitch that ain't no rental, noting on my window
I ride my shit on fish bowl, just me and my kin folk
Ballin' like we just got drafted, jeans could pay your rent, hoe
I am the #1 draft pick, I'm spazzin', I'm smashin',
My whip Sunset blasting, my own shit, I'm on, bitch
They be lookin' at the nigga like "oh shit!"
I'm chosen, I'm glowin', my wrist look like it's snowed in
I'm in the freshest clothing, don't act like you ain't knowin'
'Bout J-Doe, I'm great hoe, I be everywhere that you can't go
I hit the game at a different angle
These boys gettin' paid with the same flow,
I'm on my own shit, you see me getting' paper
I'm still a ghetto nigga, those rich folks is my neighbours
I'm getting more popular, so I'm gettin' way more haters
But them boys on the ground, I'm on that elevator
[Hook:]
As you can see it's going down
Actually it's not, let me turn that bitch around
They say it's going down, I say it's going up, stupid
And I got the dough to prove it with my elevator music
Okay, my elevator music
Life is going good, I need my elevator music,
They say it's going down I say it's going up stupid
And I got the dough to prove it, with my elevator music
Come on
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Why all niggas wanna watch me
Question in the move that I mean
Twenty years later bitch, a lot of bitches say that I'm great
I only say that I'm straight,
Six o'clock and you mother fuckers
I see a lot of niggas who are haters
I'm a need you block and you mother fuckers
Time in time and then I'm coming again
Whatever game watch, in and zone
Call a bitch and let it play with a pussy
Feel me bitch and my camera phone
Watch out now you're the danger on
Just give me the ass and leave me alone
Just do it with the ass and you could go home
Baby girl wildnin', I can only grown
And then I pay attention to the way you're behaving
You already see a nigga, you right
Frontin' 'bout all the good pussy you saving,
But you know a nigga wanna spread you right?
But it in your head and demonstrate the way he use it
We're climbin' maxin' while we're elevating
Elevator music, go!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Reek Da Villain]
You ain't read the headline I'm so dope I might get fed time
And y'all boys ain't made a check 'cause your style passes deadline
For this other motherfuckers it's bedtime, my team is taking over
You can't beat us or join us bitch, so you might as well no rep no more
I'm on your, girlfriend's, list of favorite artists
My flow sound like Harvard, y'all niggas sound retarded
I'm an Inglewood boy and this is how we do it
When you see me, nigga, you see LA, I'm a Bruin
[Hook]
What You Wanna Do lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by J-Doe)
[Intro:]
Yeah
Yeah
Watch me
[Verse 1:]
Look, ok, J-Doe in up in the damn box
You might even drop a shit on anything hot
Encore if it's R&B or reggae if it's pop
When it come to hip-hop nigga I got a lock
I don't fuck with haters just how I don't fuck with cops
I learned on my block when I see your own talk
A hundred chicks is calling me, they follow me and Flox
Young nigga coming from the bottom to the top
They love it, bad bitches in my front row
They crushin, I tell em come up to the penthouse
They Russian, them Grammies and plaques on the wall
Don't touch em, why you callin me baby in the bed
With this fuckin, yea I'm buzzin in the street, I got em blushing in the cheeks
I'm telling every bitch I meet oh yea you fuckin with a beast
Okay it's nothing to a G, I'm getting money, can't you see?
They can't, nobody fuck with me
And if you think you can then wuchu wanna do?
[Hook:]
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Okay, what you gon' say?
What you gon' do?
When I see your girls
Comin' for you
(I'm just a smooth ma'fucka)
She ain't gon' say no
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
[Verse 2:]
Okay, if we get closed, that's the thing you're standing next to
Don't be actin cool, nigga I ain't never met you
I'm a whip that ass, ain't nobody gonna rescue
You ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you
Yea I had no girl, then I used her like a restroom
On my line every day and she don't even text you
She can stay over here, that's how niggas from the west do
Even if she go sleep over, she stay in the guest room
Yea I'm whippin niggas ass on this microphone shit
And I'm filin no trends, bitch I'm on my own shit
Niggas in this industry be walkin on that clone shit
Gotta pay attention to the niggas you do songs with
I ain't letting whack ass half ass rappers
Get up on no song with me, that's working ass rackots
No one gotta take it with me up in this damn thang
And if you got a problem nigga that's what numbers say
Aye, what you gonna do?
[Hook]
Fuckin Problems lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with J-Doe & 2 Chainz)
[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, A$AP Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
What they sayin', though? Talk to me, boo
Tell me what you and your bitches really wanna do
We just met, and I like to fuck, in case she never knew
Beat up the pussy on the balcony – better view
Go ahead and suck that dick - but never chew
No need to leave your girls out, you can bring 'em too
Ass bouncin' on a nigga like a kangaroo
From One Oak to Greenhouse on Avenue
Fuck 'em 'til they in a coma and they got a clue
Smellin' the pussy aroma, what you tryin' to prove?
Massive-ass orgy in the fountain, blue
Still spendin' money from my deal with Mountain Dew
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
Especially when I got a lot of fuckin' options
Bid on the baddest bitches like a fuckin' auction
I need a new endorsement from a fuckin' condom
[Hook]
Watch me...
J-Doe
[Verse 2: J-Doe]
Yeah, fuckin' bad bitches is my fuckin' problem
I don't know one fly nigga who ain't fuckin' got it
Same issue that I'm havin' which is fuckin' awesome
Why this fuckin' problem even considered a fuckin' problem?
Yeah I'm fuckin' bad bitches from LA to Boston
New York City, Kansas City, all the way to Austin
Texas, one look at my necklace, she hop on my checklist
Fuck her and her best friend
And my flow is infectious, I should be arrested
I'm young and I'm reckless, you must have a death wish
If you try to go against me, nigga
I'll put you and your career under six feet, nigga
I see no contender unless I'm lookin' in the mirror
Told your girl come surrender, tomorrow I don't remember
Gotta fallout like November, but I'm colder than December
Got money on my agenda come and roll on this adventure
Ma'fucka, I beast!
[Hook]
Hail Mary lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Trey Songz, Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne)
[Intro:]
(Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)
It's Trigga (Bussa Buss)
(Trig, what's happenin' nigga?)
I got that game (I got that game)
I caught a play (I caught a play)
We goin' long (we goin' long)
Do what I say (do what I say)
I've got my game face on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got my game face on, come on
The conglomerate, baby!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I don't want a war, drop them drawers,
How it feel? Shit
Peep how they applaud
When I walk out on that field, bitch
Y'all already know the way I'm moving, anyway
I do this every day
Watch the way we execute the play
Fuck the shit you say!
Feelin' kinda sloppy, Nouveau Gotti
With the coup today
Mami, what my niggas do, I'm sorry
Yeah, they shoot the K
Here you know the motto
See we gotta get the loot and pray
For my enemies, pop them bottles
Follow suit and spray
Fuck the ref, nigga
Fuck the foul call
Hit her with the dick, she cursed me
For hittin' her with my foul ball
You can bring your friends, little mami
You know my style, though
'Case you ain't know, we ride on
[Hook: Trey Songz]
Hey girl you say you like it deep, Hail Mary
Hey girl you know the play, Hail Mary
Tonight we going long, yeah, we be goin' long
Hey, huddle up, Hail Mary
I ain't tryin' to punt, Hail Mary
Tonight we goin' long
We be goin' long, Hail Mary
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I got my chopper in my 'rari
In case I see my enemies
I don't know what's gotten into me
Tonight I'm on this Hennessy
I won't usually do the brown
But tonight is special (special)
Sam Rothstein be my agenda, yeah my special
My 2-door is retarded,
I call that bitch special-ed
I don't even know her name
I just call her special-ed
Another year, same haters, usual suspects
Worried 'bout another nigga,
I swear that shit is suspect
Keyser Soze, sold the yay, and I got away
Hit the club, bay air fresh, in case I die today
Hail Mary, told her it's the world, ain't got shit to lose
'Bout to go long, celebrate, like I'm Cindy Cruse
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Whatever you want I got it
Got a drop-top in my pocket
You pop it, you watch it
Keep on poppin' and I'm a drop it
So hard to be alone, anyone'll go
But right here at this moment
You the one I want to roll, so
You got the ball baby, it's in your hands
I'm a be the coach, I'm a let you know the plan
What's next is, baby you and me exit
What now? I'm a get you naked,
Do a little bit of sexin'
Touch down
And once you let me score,
I'm a wanna score again
Double O, triple O, baby I'm a play to win
Say the best stuff, and see some good D
Hey girl I heard you like it deep
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Tunchi in this muthafucka,
Hail Mary, full of grace
I don't remember her name,
But I remember how her pussy tastes,
I go long, so long, she love the way that I put it down
Got you goin' in circles, all you gotta do is look around
I'm Mr. Right and she's Ms. Tonight,
Pussy so nice, gotta kiss it twice
Pussy so tight my tongue get stuck
My tongue get stuck like lickin' ice
Hoes call me QB, I throw that dick too deep
I told her she's the preacher's wife,
She said practice what you preach
She said "ah, me so horny, he love me long time"
I say how 'bout 69, she say numbers don't lie
I say true, you ain't never told no lie
You ain't never told no lie
And you know they say love is blind
So close your eyes
[Hook]
Backseat Freestyle lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed by Reek Da Villian & J-Doe with Kendrick Lamar)
[Intro:]
Busta had a dream
Reek Da Villian had a dream
J-Doe had a dream
Hold up, okay
[Verse 1:]
All my life I want money and power
I thought I'd get that moving the white powder
Then I start spittin, anybody can get devoured
I made that shit, better turn me up louder
Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches
Damn I got bitches,
But I can't be consistent
They all wanna get me
There's no time cause I'm busy
You see me once then you miss me
I'm on the streets on my grizzy
I gotta scrape up these pitties, she at the door with them titties
She pull out one, she pull out 2
I guess I got my moment
Yes, I'm trying hard to resist it
So I gotta pray for forgiveness
Cause Lord knows, Lord knows I got too many bitches
I'm with a model, why you holla at a basic bitch?
I got a bottle, see me pourin up that Ace and shit
Ah nah nah, nigga don't get mad at me
She see me pourin waterfalls and tried to chase the shit
She ain't used to being round all this amazingness
She see me 5 feet away and now she can't resist
You know I had to drop a verse before my favorite shit
[Hook:]
All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead showers
I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower
So I can fuck the world for 72 hours
[Bridge:]
Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches
Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress
All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead showers
[Verse 2:]
Our hand on the steering wheel, the game is like my taxi
I'm the one that's driving all you rappers to the backseat
Conglomerate running shit, welcome to the track meet
I keep at least 100 racks just where all my stacks be
Taxi cab fashion, got yo bitch up in the backseat
Making noises like she have shit, while I stabbed it
It's the money guys, yea we all about that mula
Put that ruga to your tuta, now they screamin hallelujah
Salute to the big homies that's banging on the west side
9 shots, fill my homie C Murda and Aesop
Yea that be that blood love, show my niggas thug love
Even though the credit stores, money what we love blood
[Outro:]
Let it run Ali
Martin had a dream
Martin had a dream
Kendrick have a dream
Cash Money / Young Mula lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Reek Da Villian, J-Doe & Big Sean)
[Intro:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Young Mula
[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Every time I talk I got these niggas sayin' "damn, he nice"
"Oh shit! Can't believe it! Motherfuck! Jesus Christ!"
So many blocks of diamonds shinin' on me like a big piece of ice
Cook that coke up for the hood like a nigga got a pot full of peas and rice
Yeah...
You see we off to the future
I don't mingle with broke niggas 'cause I don't talk to losers
Okay – yeah, I know – you niggas heard them rumors
It's official (Conglomerate) Cash Money, Young Mula
Pop a bottle, pour liquor on the floor
Pop a molly, then I fuck a couple hoes
Pop a band, see all this money on my soul
And I will pop you band in case a nigga didn't know
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
See how I swag on a bitch like it's nothin', dippity doo da!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain]
Nothin' more important than the mula
All the Spanish bitches call me Papi Chula
Stay on deck, I always got the Ruger
Face shot make 'em look like Freddy Kruger
Mercy – please lord, show me mercy
I was faded off the molly when I fucked that bitch raw
Please let her not have herpes
'Cause I swear if a bitch ever burn me
I'm a shoot a hoe down like Worthy
These niggas walk around with they mouth
Pants on some 300 shit lookin' like Xerxes
Real Gs over here, that trill shit
You girl asked me, did I use a steel dick?
Naw hoe – that's that third leg 9 flow
I be on that pimp shit like Chicago
And a nigga flip cane like Pablo
And y'all niggas look like 5-0
Askin' 'bout all my slimes, yo
'Cause we booked a team, but homie for the green
We put nines on niggas like Rondo
'Glomerate, YMC, yo, bombin' shit
Big Bs to the Billy Badass niggas that be on that Tony Montana shit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: J-Doe]
Ain't nothin' more important than the dollar bill
I'm goin' hard and I go harder once I got a 'mil
This white girl just popped a pill and told me "cop a feel"
Okay, this road to riches, come with a lot thrills!
My flow is cold, bitch, I just caught a chill
I mean my flow is hot like it's on the grill
You m'fuckas better know the drill
A lot of niggas rappin', but none of them is real
Shows, clothes, dough, yeah, I get all the above
The DJ spinnin' all my shit when I walk in the club
A thousand beehives, I got a bigger buzz
Yeah, I'm addicted to the mula, I can't get enough!
[Hook]
[Outro: Big Sean]
Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me?
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me?
Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me?
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me?
I'm Talking To You lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[B. Rhymes] Yea
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?
[B. Rhymes] Yea
[announcer] Are you rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrready?
[B. Rhymes] Ha ha ha ha ha
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
[announcer] Put your hands together
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
[sample of "Shout" by Tears for Fears]
"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"
"C'mon!" [echoes]
[announcer] I want everybody in here to stand up on your feet
[B. Rhymes] Turn my music up
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
[B. Rhymes] Turn my mic up a little more too
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
[B. Rhymes] Yeah (yeah, yeah)
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
[announcer] I want everybody in here to stand up on your feet
[sample of "Shout" by Tears for Fears]
"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"
"C'mon!" [echoes]
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo where's Spliff at?
It's about to be a problem now nigga
Once I capture the soul of the street it's so hard for me to let go
It's like I let the Tec go, hear the stadium echo
Now it's reachin the barrio, where the weakness is silent
Puttin the fear of God in them while I'm shiftin the climate
The gladiator presence, everything about me giant
This the (Year of the Dragon), with the heart of a lion
Got 'em throwin they flag up, how I come to provide it
Now we makin them riot, 'til we makin them tired
You could never deny it, how I came and conspired
Then bang them with the shit like Earth and Jupiter collided
Then I came and reminded 'em, of how the spark ignited 'em
and conquered continents the size of easy times five of them
And while I ride for them, you niggaz lied to them
I give pride to them, and get it right for them
I heat the street to wear you, and smell the earth burn
And captivate 'em with my first words
Everybody!
[Chours]
"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
"C'mon!" [echoes]
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
{"Make some nooooooise!"}
"HOLLA!!" - [Missy Elliott]
[Busta Rhymes]
Back to apply the pressure
Body up on the stretcher, hot like a lot of pepper!
Most of you niggaz soft, cotton and polyester
Y'all know how I go off, legend like Robert Nesta
You know I'm out get you, take over large towns
And politic with Billys, couple cigar rounds
See how I make it pop, knockin 'em all down
Watchin 'em all drown, this how the LORD sound!
Your swag lost so now you really need to look around
And try to find it nigga, searchin the lost-found
While I welcome the hate, my mother prayin for me
Got too much money to count, my niggaz weigh it for me
Let me appraise you closely
They can't believe the way we bust it up like it's nothin, problem is we just playin homie
And when we in the spot there won't be no delayin, only
to collect another trophy, now go 'head and say it for me!
[Chorus]
[sample of "Shout" by Tears for Fears]
"Shout, shout - I'm talking to you"
"C'mon!" [echoes]
Til We Die lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Rick Ross & Trey Songz)
[Hook:]
I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch comin’ on
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think we’re gonna stop
That’s just absurd
My little finger’s in the sky
Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
[BUSTA RHYMES VERSE:]
Yea, I got ‘em yellin’ “Oh God, Lord”
Presence fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter private Concords
And she through the sky like missiles when they dodge ball
Toast them bottles with the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the king’s tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna watch ‘em
When it comes to money I’m a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, y’all niggas know it’s me
I articulate beautiful like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just like they all in 3’s
Chip ‘em a revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , that’s why your witness and your highness
We’re celebratin’ success and sippin’ on the finest
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to stand behind us
When we come and dismantle you niggas quick and leave you spineless
But that’s for you to dodge us
[Hook:]
I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch comin’ on
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think we’re gonna stop
That’s just absurd
My little finger’s in the sky
Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
[ROZAAAY VERSE:]
She see me stackin’ cheese in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, smokin’ lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still feed the streets
I’m getting score, that Ferrari seats
Riders at the top, get arrogant on ‘em
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits look
Money green, Maserati with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the residence based on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a grip
I’ve got enough, get with puff, I could make a flip
Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes list
I’m a fat boy, I but ‘em on that poor shit
You see that money? I’m touchin’ mine
It’s Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch comin’ on
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think we’re gonna stop
That’s just absurd
My little finger’s in the sky
Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustin’ these bottles open
Passin’ the time, securin’ lanes, gurkin’ forgot smokin’
Controllin’ every room when I enter there start toastin’
Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the impossible
It seems successfully manifestin’ a thought and livin’ out the dream
Leave an unforgettable mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is like a weekend
Like we never give a fuck, celebratin’ for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, ain’t no question, we all eatin’
Then it’s silence when I talk like I’m hearin’ the Lord speakin’ now
As they complain about my ways
Cuz I’ll be grindin’, never sleepin’ just be ballin’ on for days
Be fuckin’ every model, every weed in out the strays
And then I’m bouncin’ that Bugatti slowly totin’ on the haze
Then we pass this shit to Trey
[HOOK:]
I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch comin’ on
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think we’re gonna stop
That’s just absurd
My little finger’s in the sky
Screamin’ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Do That Thing lyrics - Busta Rhymes
I wanna see you do that thing
Before you all pass out, pass out
Hands up, hands up
Spazz out, spazz out
Nobody could do it the way we get it down nah ah
We make ‘em blow their cash out cash out
Don’t you love it when we come and do it again?
Pour liquor till it’s filled out the glass (non-stop)
Either way we got it on snag
We don’t stop until we bounce like hum
We ain’t stop til we knock off your block
Molly watch the flyest nigga with it purposely, I sloply nob
Some will break the square, would be getting Monopoly guap
Several in beautiful cities, that property hop
Most you niggas need to probably stop
Create a lane cuz when I come through most you’d do is probably flop
When speak chances of 3 shots, I probably pop
Shots legal til they nosils is hot, I’m to the spot
Now you knew Rihanna for him (I be the heat)
And we gotta put it on him (you see him in the street)
Let’s go. Avatar, shit I’m lost in the zone
Might as well give me the crown bitch, I’m bringing it home
Try to hell I hit the sand bitch, I’m standin’ alone
See I be like a katana til they bandage your bones
Why you niggas quit the block and left the shit that we bring?
Bust bottles and salute what’s legendary
I wanna see you do that thing
Before you all pass out, pass out
Hands up, hands up
Spazz out, spazz out
Nobody could do it the way we get it down nah ah
We make ‘em blow their cash out cash out
Don’t you love it when we come and do it again?
Pour liquor till it’s filled out the glass (non-stop)
Either way we got it on snag
We don’t stop until we bounce like hum
I’m comin’ and killin’ and causin’ you niggas to lose it
While a man took a challenge, this line that I’m smakin’ I’m stupid
Assaultin’ bad, I be the booth boy, love to abuse it
You see the high bean when I’m comin’ motherfucker, move it
And so by side
You know we got that shit
We give it to him til we makin’ a nigga say “I got it, bitch”
And uh we don’t stop, and uh we don’t quit
And uh they see nose flips because we drop their nose heads
I know for Moses harder to stomach
God had to spit enough flesh in, what he do to become it
I step in the building, demolish shit, you know how I got it
The way a man showin’ everything and o arguin’ it
My hundred fifty thousand dollar feature might swallow your budget
And fuck the hood up boy and see how they love it
Why you niggas quit the block and left the shit that we bring?
Bust bottles and salute what’s legendary
I wanna see you do that thing
Before you all pass out, pass out
Hands up, hands up
Spazz out, spazz out
Nobody could do it the way we get it down nah ah
We make ‘em blow their cash out cash out
Don’t you love it when we come and do it again?
Pour liquor till it’s filled out the glass (non-stop)
Either way we got it on snag
We don’t stop until we bounce like hum
Make It Look Easy lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Gucci Mane)
[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]
I make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Cause all my real "get money" ballas stand up
Get money money money money
Easy
[Verse 1]
They know me as the king of the shine
It's Busta Buss, bitch, they call me stimulus rhymes
Familiar with women I got you curious times two
Delirious with bread, so serious with the mind, boo
Conspicuous, you might wanna take a flick of this wine, you
I'm sick with this, think you really wanna get with the swine flu?
Ridiculous, with such a meticulous grind (ooh)
Ventriloquist, the way niggas will spit when I rhyme too
Sometimes it's hard to believe me, the way I
Come with them classics and make it look easy and then I
Make me this money and spend it so freely and Jedi
Corner the market, that's when I
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Know what this custom Louis just cost me?
Well if you did, you'd probably get your fucking hand off me
It's Damier leather chocolate darker than coffee
Staring at the space shuttle, when I pull up or pull off, see
Shawty be probably be pushing and answer me softly
She love the fact that I rep everything that a boss be
The type of boss she should get to know, and never should cross me
That make certain shit happen, I don't really think you should force me
All the way from the start to the finish, my friend I
Be getting it popping from the spark 'til they timid, can I
Make it look easier than fighting a midget, red eye
Off of that kush nigga, then I
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Tostido make my diamonds, I'mma go and have some sides
Busta rhyming, rocking custom diamonds
I'm blinding, shit to me is easy grinding
Even if I was signed, ain't no need to sign me
Entirely, too turnt up my mind is
Focused on money like the IRS is
I pull up in a scratched Lexus with Texas
Tags, so many bricks I cause erections
Lethal injection, electric necklace
(Bling) flexing so check that off the checklist
I'm hungry, I'm eating rappers for breakfast
Respect, one verse will leave you breathless
I'm rapping on a Biggie beat, they didn't expect it
Fucking with me, expect the unexpected
Easy, breezy, cover like make-up
I break up the make up, I wait and cook cakes up
[Hook x2]
Pressure lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Hook]
Yeah we see you buss a bottle at your little table stunting
and we coming by the bar and get to fucking up your fronting
Putting pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your mrs
Yeah you ballin’, til you see us pull up with 9 of them bitches
Puttin pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
We puttin’ pressure on ‘em
[Busta Rhymes]
Eh, eh-yo, when we do this shit
Now tell me why is you competing
When I be that type of nigga that get money when I’m sleeping
And when I’m farting and shittin’ I cop countries on the weekends
So ambitious my accountants got continence when I’m eating for me
Bussa buss the most diamonds and start retreating and beat the street up
Shit be sounding remarkable when I’m speaking homie
Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I’m tweaking
Short circuit electric chair voltage is every feature [?]
Like I’m short for breath drowning in money rushes
Fuck a blunt bitch I’m inhaling muffle, smoke from buses?
I defend my money like soldiers, I come to punish
Defence mechanisms from infections the way that puss is
Aint no fucking around, I’m frontin, get it
As for getting this bread, I’m like vomit so disgusting with it
Here’s my other alias, don’t forget it
Call me snow blower, blowing this bread like it’s nothing with it
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Weezy F baby man, I gotta put the pressure on ‘em
Young Money the special team, we so Devin Hestor on ‘em
Right up on your girl lips, got my dick resting on ‘em
Soon as it woke up, it came and left it on ‘em
Swag with no effort on him
Quicker than a leopard on ‘em
If he got beef watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on ‘em
No spinderella, just plenty metal for any fellow
Semi settle everything for me and everything for me
Smoking on that G13 and everything funny
Especially y’all bitch ass niggas, kiss ass niggas
Blood gang, 6 flags nigga, no rollercoaster
Real shit, we hold the bread, the hoes hold the toasters
Young Casanova, I bend they asses over
She say my dick stronger than a six pack of cola
Man I’m so fly, I got arachnophobia
Pressure bust pipes but Weezy bust twice
[Hook]
Love-Hate lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Robin Thicke)
[Intro: Busta (Robin)]
I think I love ya, I think I love ya not
I think I love ya, I think I love ya not (I love you)
I think I love ya
(I can't get away from that taste, baby c'mon)
Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (so right, so wrong)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on)
Yeah (OOH!)
[Busta Rhymes]
Baby girl see you the one, right?
And I love the way you appreciate my son life
Revolve around me how the planets do the sun like
They compliment the god phenomenally just right
Hmm, in the beginning you was just a cutie
But I love the way your flesh and spirit manifest your beauty
Smile pretty, ass bigger than my whole jacuzzi
This my city, have a seat and let me show the movie
Hmm, but I don't like it when you try to fight
Goin through the love and hell for shit to turn right
Instead of turnin LEFT, that's when the pain stick
See I don't like it when yo' ass try to talk shit
That's when the shit's a problem, when you be actin moody
Gettin mad at little shit and hold out on the coochie
Ha, even when I see the wrong sign
Baby girl me love ya long time
Hahahaha
[Chorus: Robin Thicke (Busta)]
Baby I don't like you - I got a problem baby
Even though I love you - you got me goin crazy
Baby I don't like you - all up in my face baby
Even though I love you - I can't get away from that taste
Baby c'mon, so right, so wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on, OOH! (yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH)
[Busta Rhymes (Robin Thicke)]
E'ry time you step up on the scene
I love the way you shine, I love the way you gleam
I love the way you THINK, I love the way you dream
I love the way you cook, I love the way you clean
(I love you) The way you rep for me it's hard to doubt ya
I scratch my head thinkin on what else I love about ya
So many different things, sometimes you drive me crazy
But what I love the MOST, is how you love my baby
(I hate you) Hmm, but then again when you be actin psycho
I don't like when you get jealous and be actin spiteful
Emotional and over-zealous got me feelin stifled
See I don't like the way you BLACK when you be on your cycle
Hmm, I think about when you be slackin up
And you get weak, see I don't like when you be actin up
Ha, even when I see the wrong sign
Fuck it, you know me love ya long time
Hahahaha
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes (Robin Thicke)]
(I love you) That's why I got you on my side
(I hate you) That's when I put you out my ride
(I love you) That's why I rep you with the fullness
(You know that I hate you) Whenever you be on that bullshit
All my ladies all around the world
Hold your man down, show him how you rep to the finish
All my homies all around the world
Hold your girl down, show 'em how you rep when they with us
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Robin (Busta)]
(I think I love ya) I love you
I can't get away from that taste
Baby c'mon, so right, so wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I love you, I hate you, need it like her-on, OOH! (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I think I love ya) I love you
(I think I love ya not, I think I love ya)
I love you
Grind Real Slow lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[Intro: Busta]
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah...
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Grind real slow (real slow, real slow)
Gr-gr-gr-grind real slow (real slow, real slow)
Grind real slow (real slow, real slow)
Gr-gr-gr-grind real slow
[Busta Rhymes]
Shorty run up on me, you know what she startin
Ass all in front of me, bitch I beg your pardon
Put it on me good, do it for me darling
Creatin a scene like we fuckin in the garden
That's right baby, yeah get low
That's how you really feel? Wild strip show
I love the way you always, ride dick though
Now get her back up on it, grind real slow
[Chorus]
[Interlude: woman (Busta)]
You like what you're seein? (Yeah) Round of applause? (uh-huh)
Ass so big (right) chewin on my drawers (okay)
You wanna climb up in it? (Yeah) Tryna make it yours? (uh-huh)
Ass so big (right) chewin on my drawers (okay)
Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers (okay)
Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers (let's go)
You wanna climb up in it? (Yeah) Tryna make it yours? (uh-huh)
Ass so big (yeah) chewin on my drawers
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Back to throwin money, baby girl you want it?
Fallin on yo' ass, pilin all up on it
Keep doin your thing, shorty I support it
Make them niggaz spend it, 'til they can't afford it
When you finish with 'em, come back here to get it
When yo' ass got a nigga diggin all up in it
Know I'm always with it, girl get low
Now throw it back up on a nigga, grind real slow
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
I love the way you wear your hair (uh-huh)
Love how yo' ass is everywhere (that's right)
It's just them little things you do (c'mon)
that keeps me comin back to you (c'mon)
I like the way you wear your hair (uh-huh)
Love how yo' ass is everywhere (uh-huh)
It's just them little things you do (do it)
that make me wanna get wit'chu
And you know a nigga enjoy that when you
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
King Tut lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe, Reek Da Villian)
[Intro]
Jahlil Beats! Holla at me!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)
My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga
(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)
Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)
You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)
My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)
HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)
(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)
(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo Yo! See the way I takeover casinos like Dinero said
Bitch your money short watch how it fold up like a hero bread
Nigga thought he was a super friend, now the hero dead
Try to cross the shit we represent but that's a zero dread
All of this money that I be countin
And my cup a runneth over like a fuckin water fountain
Any nigga try to front, I'm a show 'em shit get ugly
Throwin bread until they jealous and they money lookin funny
Hold up!!!! And body shit that's what a monster do
See me throwin this money your bitch is like a sponsor do
Put the gloves on and beat up a nigga like I'm Kostya Tszyu
And fuck the talkin just bring me my money like a prostitute
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)
My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga
(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)
Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)
You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)
My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)
HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)
(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)
(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)
[Verse 2: Reek Da Villian]
Ok I'm ridin through yo' city blowin ditties of that icky
Got yo' wifey in the passenger I'm ridin as she lick me
I get money like my cuban (Cuban) You know my bank is heavy
And I rep that 31 like Jason Terry when I'm shootin
ATM in my jeans bank sittin on my left thigh
Burn a mansion down watch it coverin my Left Eye
Girl on deck, I just split another lick
Now my trap look like black friday 12AM in front of Best Buy
Ha Ha! Sour got me all sedated
Niggas lookin at me angry what's with all the smiley faces?!
My dinero like Shapiro I see Johnny Cochran wages
I'm no lawyer but they only bring them bottles by the cases
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)
My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga
(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)
Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)
You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)
My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)
HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)
(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)
(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)
[Verse 3: J-Doe]
Uh, okay now stupid-ass stacks in my pocket (yah!)
Test me, best be faster than a rocket (yah!)
I ain't got no time if it ain't about a profit (uh-uh)
If you send me my deposit, I will have yo' city rockin (OH!)
I get the hottest beats, niggas wish that they could rhyme on it (rhyme on it)
I got the hottest watch, ain't even set the time on it (time on it)
The way I'm killin niggas, it look like a crime, don't it?
I got the Light, with a little bit of lime on it
Okay, now stupid ass stacks in my pocket
Whip clean, jet ski attached to the Charger
Bitches want attention and I tell 'em try harder
Got 'em doin shit I know that's gon' be disgracin they father
O-O-Okay, le'go
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
They got nerve lil' nigga (HEY!) See me when I pull up to the curve lil' nigga (OWWWWW!!!!!)
My money absurd lil' nigga while I count it off please do not disturb lil' nigga
(HEYYYYY!!! THESE NIGGAS GOT IT MIXED UP!)
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that (PINK STUFF!!!)
Look! You nigga better get your (CHIPS UP!)
You already know my style nigga (KING TUT! KING TUT!)
My money pound nigga (KING TUT!)
HUH! You could see it in my smile nigga (KING TUT!)
(OH!) My jewelry look wild nigga (KING TUT!)
(YEAH!) Who else be ridin through the town in a (RANGE TRUCK!)
Sound Boy lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Cam'ron)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See everytime we do it y'all know that we rep it properly
Y'all niggas know when we come we fuck the buildin up we sorry
Incase you didn't know we ain't that thing you mess with
(IT'S THE CONGLOMERATE!!!) Make sure you never second guess it
This is a soundbwoy, burial killin and mi seh
If you ain't knowin you should listen to me
We'll lay you down bwoy, beautiful funeral we seh
Can't hold a torch my nigga leave it with me
Cau mi seh
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Shoutout to Joe Crack last night we blew a ounce
Mattress financial, opened up a few accounts
Harlem mine (Mine) we bumpin 'Ye
No one have this much power since Bumpy J
Lenox Ave (Lenox Ave) Awww shuckey duckey
Seen (Paid In Full) now everybody do the dougie
When I do the dougie (Dougie) I'm talkin dougie lime
Pistol whip a nigga while you lookin buckyeye
Had the buggy eye, it was hard to see it
Now the headlights chinky like the car korean
Play around I'm a put you in the mausoleum
When I ball you fall you can't guard a deer
Listen sunshine, I be duckin one time
I was first rockin thirty chains at one time
Nowadays I might just rock two or three
Louis V, Gucci T, nah y'all ain't used to me
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See everytime we do it y'all know that we rep it properly
Y'all niggas know when we come we fuck the buildin up we sorry
Incase you didn't know we ain't that thing you mess with
(IT'S THE CONGLOMERATE!!!) Make sure you never second guess it
This is a soundbwoy, burial killin and mi seh
If you ain't knowin you should listen to me
We'll lay you down bwoy, beautiful funeral we seh
Can't hold a torch my nigga leave it with me
Cau mi seh
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
If you take 'em off the leash I promise watch and see what happen (UH HUH!)
When I spit I tear the flesh off humans bitch (UNLEASH THE DRAGON!!!)
Now I suggest you greet the captain where I'm from
I keep them wolves with fangs that be true to be bleedin from the gums
(FOUL!!) Heartless when it comes to bread despite a lust of cash (YEAH!!!)
Bombs with signature initials droppin crush the mass (DAMN!)
I'm gluttin when it comes to stuntin and bwoy I love to flash (YEAH!)
That's why I don't eat on glass tables, diamonds cut the glass (OOOH!!!)
AWWW SHUCKS!!! Is why I cuff the stash (OK!)
And spend money to finish garbage niggas dump the trash (WOOO!!!)
From bread to cars weed and liquor nigga we so high (WHERE THE WEED AT?!)
So sickenin with this shit I spit, book of ECOLI!!! (DAMN!)
Peep how I keep those ties and run it for another year
(AWWW DO IT!!) See how I leak yo' eyes and give you shit to shed a tear for (Tear for)
Incase if you ain't know who you fuckin with!
(IT'S THE CONGLOMERATE!!!) One world government
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See everytime we do it y'all know that we rep it properly
Y'all niggas know when we come we fuck the buildin up we sorry
Incase you didn't know we ain't that thing you mess with
(IT'S THE CONGLOMERATE!!!) Make sure you never second guess it
This is a soundbwoy, burial killin and mi seh
If you ain't knowin you should listen to me
We'll lay you down bwoy, beautiful funeral we seh
Can't hold a torch my nigga leave it with me
Cau mi seh
Doin It Again lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Reek Da Villian & Chanel Nicole)
[Chorus: Channel Nicole (Busta Rhymes & Reek Da Villian) {DJ Ted Smooth}]
It's so hot, It's so hot baby
Everywhere we go we shuttin down the spot baby
Got them bottles in the air like yeah
Everybody put your, hands up wave 'em like they don't care
(HEY! HEY!) Wave 'em like you don't care
(HEY! HEY!) Wave 'em like you don't care
We doin it again {YOU REMEMBER!!!}
You know we doin it again
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Hmmm! Back at it
Open the door for me while I go into another tax bracket
Seats reclined like I'm layin up in a Craftmatic
And choke the streets 'til they diagnosed it was asthmatic
Hmmm! So cashmatic
I light the room up 'til I blind the blocks and I'm causin a gang of traffic
And yes I'm doin it again because you desire to ask it
Another heater to make the people wanna bang the classic
Hmmm! And swag 'em to death I tried to warn 'em
Until we got they back on the fence I got it for 'em
Considered makin no sense prepare nigga!
Witness in the greatest in the flesh WE RIGHT HERE NIGGA!
[Chorus: Channel Nicole (Busta Rhymes & Reek Da Villian) {DJ Ted Smooth}]
It's so hot, It's so hot baby
Everywhere we go we shuttin down the spot baby
Got them bottles in the air like yeah
Everybody put your, hands up wave 'em like they don't care
(HEY! HEY!) Wave 'em like you don't care
(HEY! HEY!) Wave 'em like you don't care
We doin it again {YOU REMEMBER!!!}
You know we doin it again
[Verse 2: Reek Da Villian]
Villian! Listen! Uh! These clown niggas run around with they foolish acts
Talkin that trap shit knowin they ain't movin packs (NOT AT ALL!!!)
Before I kill them bitches I got Freddy Krueger stats
I should be the mascot for (Cheetos) I'm the coolest cat
Lil' fuck niggas that's the shit I don't like
If it ain't Ms. Gooden daughter I bet I won't wife
I just beat up the pussy and leave it on ice
One time it's for the money so I never bone twice
I was good in the hood with a glock boy (BOY!)
My kitchen was the studio with them rock boys (BOY!)
Was makin music in that booth was the pot boy
Now I tour with Bus and see fifty five a stock boy
[Chorus: Channel Nicole (Busta Rhymes & Reek Da Villian) {DJ Ted Smooth}]
It's so hot, It's so hot baby
Everywhere we go we shuttin down the spot baby
Got them bottles in the air like yeah
Everybody put your, hands up wave 'em like they don't care
(HEY! HEY!) Wave 'em like you don't care
(HEY! HEY!) Wave 'em like you don't care
We doin it again {YOU REMEMBER!!!}
You know we doin it again
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Hmmm! Watch me do it
And display it in such a way rock (Unlimited) over (Versace) stupid
Steppin up in the spot, you know you must salute it
And I suggest that you humble yourself and watch me student
(Heh Heh!) The undisputed
(YMCMB!!!) Heavy makin a more dangerous movement
See now we hang our coats to that
Sit at the roundtable glasses of Rose and we makin a toast to that
Some of these niggas think they hot that's in the present nigga
The problem is that I'm HOT and I'm a legend nigga
The problem is that I only got, only a second nigga
See this alliance exposed a couple of frightenin niggas!!!!
[Chorus: Channel Nicole (Busta Rhymes & Reek Da Villian) {DJ Ted Smooth}]
It's so hot, It's so hot baby
Everywhere we go we shuttin down the spot baby
Got them bottles in the air like yeah
Everybody put your, hands up wave 'em like they don't care
(HEY! HEY!) Wave 'em like you don't care
(HEY! HEY!) Wave 'em like you don't care
We doin it again {YOU REMEMBER!!!}
You know we doin it again
Wine & Go Down lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Vybz Kartel)
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo! Baby girl let me take you to the essence (Uh huh)
Gift wrapped with a ribbon girl your in my presence (Ok)
Look at me and let the vision deliver the message
And ready to lead your dude listen and give me a second
[Vybz Kartel]
Hello baby gyal mi waan yuh
Addi real big man mi call yuh
Wine yuh waist baby mi waan yuh
Pretty like flowers, inna di garden (AH WHO?)
Long time yuh a beg fi a touch
(SHE A HOPE AND PRAY) But I'm no Mavado (OH!)
She a wine like macarena
We haffi talk inna spanish, como te llama
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo you see the way I come in and how I creep up behind 'em
Like I'm aimin with a rifle comin to seekin to find 'em
So many mami's let me go in just wine 'em and dine 'em
Ass big, now I'm ready to go mountain climb 'em
Ask Spliff, the model agency now let me sign 'em
'Cause they beautiful like they Botanical Garden asylum
While they be with they chicks and they busy tryin to hide 'em
You know your nigga lame you ain't feel him standin beside 'em
[Chorus: Female]
Hey! Yuh seh yuh need mi?
How yuh a watch mi like yuh waan breed mi?
Yuh waan every gyal fi see yuh too greedy!
Trust mi, mi waan yuh too, believe mi
[Busta Rhymes]
(Come mek we!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
[Vybz Kartel]
OH! Mi and mi thugs everybody waan falla
Inna Desert Clarkes, Wallabees, bank robba
[Busta Rhymes]
No! Betta know di woman love di wey mi dappa
Longside di Gaza government di whole a dem a shotta
[Vybz Kartel]
And a....come yah mi darlin yuh fi be mi baby modda
Pretty like Nicki Minaj badda dan Lady Gaga
[Busta Rhymes]
Yuh know yuh wey yuh pretty nuttin else nah even matta
How yuh nice inna di place and everyting about yuh propa
[Vybz Kartel]
Some gyal a tell mi seh mi ugly like Shabba
Some a seh mi a di best and dem nuh see nobody badda
[Busta Rhymes]
Because mi a di wickedest yuh see mi fresh sorta
And I'm nice at what I do now let mi fuck somebody dawta
[Vybz Kartel]
Ok! Mi have my set a gyal mi kill dem one anotha
Fingatip it a di dagga feel yuh leg upon di ladda
[Busta Rhymes]
And everytime I come you gotta know I put it on you
Baby girl until you sleep and wake up feelin good manana
[Chorus: Female]
Hey! Yuh seh yuh need mi?
How yuh a watch mi like yuh waan breed mi?
Yuh waan every gyal fi see yuh too greedy!
Trust mi, mi waan yuh too, believe mi
[Busta Rhymes]
(Come mek we!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
[Vybz Kartel]
OH! Mi love yuh body baby come yah now mami
Cau dat style deh ugly Addi a tsunami fi yuh gummy
Uh! Mi be yuh Ken and yuh a fi mi Barbie dolly
Then mi mi a di Trump, eh eh, mi waan mi dolly
And a, this a nuh swagga Gaza originally
Mi nuh see nuh qualifier Street Vybz inna trolly
Mi a, a rock Molly not a don and we nuh polly
Tek a look inna di gyally pon di tower we a golly
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo! So many woman we should probably have a rally
With Shakira and Ayana and Diana pretty Sally
And di wey we tek di whole a dem and go dung in di valley
And a sweep dem up and meet dem up and then we dilly dally
And I dig inna di truck and then go dig inna di alley
And I DIG IT OUT! Mami yah go beg fi mercy probably
Check mi how mi do di ting they love and woman call mi daddy
'Til mi dun wid dem and mek di whole a dem wantin mi sorry
[Chorus: Female]
Hey! Yuh seh yuh need mi?
How yuh a watch mi like yuh waan breed mi?
Yuh waan every gyal fi see yuh too greedy!
Trust mi, mi waan yuh too, believe mi
[Busta Rhymes]
(Come mek we!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
(Hey!) Wine and go down! (Get up!)
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