Song | You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me |
Artist | Busta Rhymes |
Album | Genesis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Saulsberry, Smith | |
Yea, aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh | |
Yea, this sound like | |
Frankenstein's baby, yea | |
Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in color | |
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter | |
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother | |
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda | |
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate | |
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter | |
Ahh, articulate, feels so great | |
That I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate | |
No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive | |
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five | |
**** it, it is a must we hold grands | |
Get with the program and **** bitches who love to hold hands | |
Foul shit, way out of order | |
**** shit up, leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of water | |
Disorderly conduct, will erupt | |
When the live shit, come on niggaz do what they wanna | |
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses | |
The shit we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin' | |
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is | |
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 | |
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 | |
Now ain't no stoppin' how we comin' full blast | |
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash | |
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the shit well done | |
Just like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop | |
What we drop and how we keep shit comin' | |
How we maneuver so 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 | |
The shit we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin' | |
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is | |
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 | |
Yeah, this sound like the music to | |
Frankenberry or some shit | |
The ****in' groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin' |
zuo ci : Saulsberry, Smith | |
Yea, aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh | |
Yea, this sound like | |
Frankenstein' s baby, yea | |
Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in color | |
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter | |
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother | |
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda | |
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate | |
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter | |
Ahh, articulate, feels so great | |
That I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate | |
No jive y' all niggaz can take a nosedive | |
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five | |
it, it is a must we hold grands | |
Get with the program and bitches who love to hold hands | |
Foul shit, way out of order | |
shit up, leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of water | |
Disorderly conduct, will erupt | |
When the live shit, come on niggaz do what they wanna | |
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses | |
The shit we droppin' be sure to get y' all movin' | |
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is | |
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 | |
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, cockstrong | |
All y' all niggaz 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 | |
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the shit well done | |
Just like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop | |
What we drop and how we keep shit comin' | |
How we maneuver so 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 | |
The shit we droppin' be sure to get y' all movin' | |
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is | |
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 | |
Yeah, this sound like the music to | |
Frankenberry or some shit | |
The in' groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin' |
zuò cí : Saulsberry, Smith | |
Yea, aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh | |
Yea, this sound like | |
Frankenstein' s baby, yea | |
Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in color | |
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter | |
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother | |
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda | |
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate | |
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter | |
Ahh, articulate, feels so great | |
That I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate | |
No jive y' all niggaz can take a nosedive | |
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five | |
it, it is a must we hold grands | |
Get with the program and bitches who love to hold hands | |
Foul shit, way out of order | |
shit up, leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of water | |
Disorderly conduct, will erupt | |
When the live shit, come on niggaz do what they wanna | |
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses | |
The shit we droppin' be sure to get y' all movin' | |
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is | |
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 | |
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, cockstrong | |
All y' all niggaz 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 | |
No lie, never deny, so hot we cook the shit well done | |
Just like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop | |
What we drop and how we keep shit comin' | |
How we maneuver so 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 | |
The shit we droppin' be sure to get y' all movin' | |
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the loop is | |
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 | |
Yeah, this sound like the music to | |
Frankenberry or some shit | |
The in' groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin' |