You Ain’t Fuckin’ Wit Me – Busta Rhymes
Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil’ more for me bruh
Yea.. (imitating the beat)
This sound like Frankenstein’s baby, yea
(Verse One)
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Sh_t b_tter hot, but just a little mo’ gutter (gutter)
Smash sh_t regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the b_tches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot b_tter funk make it rain, close the shutter – violate
Catch it from one of my b_tches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my n_ggaz with sh_t they appreciate (‘ciate)
No jive y’all n_ggaz can take a nosedive
Sh_t so live b_tches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! F_ck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and f_ck b_tches who love to hold (hands)
Foul sh_t, way out of order
F_ck sh_t up leave b_tches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live sh_t come on n_ggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight b_tches, now show yo’ asses
(Chorus)
The sh_t we droppin be sure to get y’all movin (get the f_ck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh’f_cka)
And it ain’t no stoppin the way that we gon’ do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain’t f_ckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the f_ck, c’mon)
(Verse Two)
Huh, you see I got so much new hot sh_t 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 n_ggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the sh_t
Might be somethin you can’t afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice n_ggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now n_ggaz know we rock on, cock-strong
All y’all n_ggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass (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 sh_t well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep sh_t 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 n_ggaz collapse
Make b_tches shake they sh_t 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 n_ggaz! Now throw yo’ hands up..
(Chorus)
(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some sh_t
The f_ckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin (laughing)
