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