Yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n And I am alongside, Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck y'all Let me feel on some bitches, with this foot rap
Now, every time I give y'all that Blow up the spot, what you got And and execute strategical plots That's to Extinction Level these wack niggaz offa this block Me and Tha havin a drinkwatchin y'all niggaz get sick Holdin ya 'til you earl in the sink The type of dude I never put in my clicksbecause you And you be sittin down with your legs like a bitch I be the mouth quick to toast y'all, so alled Niggaz who like to boast we let your bodies float the coast y'all This given moment, opponentniggaz like you allowed up in our circle cause we don'tone it We love to microphone it, we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw sewage And for the last that I'ma make clear when we present watch your step when you be comin' here
Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got) Shit for the and the South and the West coast We hot (controllin the block, you better) To make ya (said get down nigga what) You know To bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get the funk, y'know)
This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't me I down and just rebound like Charles Oakley Hoes be all he wanna do is poke me Bitch what you think I wanna do, the pokey Her boyfriend Smokey said he was smoke me Her daddy crazy loc he tried to me and choke me And she still want me, keep up my Noki' Tryin to provoke me to fall for quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit I'm just spittin in the middle of the pit it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb I'm iller than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don Bust rounds Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these
Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got) for the East and the South and the West coast We hot (controllin the block, you better) To make ya duck (said get down what) You know To bounce in the (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)
We out for so bust this it's Busta and the Alkies Niggaz wanna know the but they just can't get it out me So they talk that about me but to me that's never not They pop that shit across the room while I down shot I smoke a hefty bag of doz and out, and lose composure Close my and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin up) this party over I still got that flare so just stare from there Cause I'm so with guns I put parts in niggaz hair So I declare war Tha Liks, we fierce The feds be checkin fo' us letters to these editors like QuotTha Liks is veterans they straight California We ain't even give a fuck when they that beer on us quotlike {RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dragon Taggin Tash up on the wall my pants is saggin Draggin niggaz the mud clear blood all through the club The way to show some love is let a nigga hit your bud
Blow up the (fuck what you got, we got) for the East and the South and the West coast We hot (controllin the block, you better) To make ya (said get down nigga what) You know To in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know)