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Yea. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat a lil' more for me bruh
Yea. [imitating the
This sound Frankenstein's baby, yea

[Verse
Busta Rhymes! You know we and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my
Show love for the and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! so great
that I can bless my niggaz with shit they ('ciate)
No jive y'all niggaz can take a
Shit so live bitches give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold
Get with the program and fuck bitches who to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty buckets of water (water)
conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do what wanna (wanna)
bitches, now show yo' asses

The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with
(what the fuck, c'mon)

Two]
Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit
Got you givin me an award, floored a on the come up
a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the
Might be somethin you can't
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we
Move forward on novice niggaz Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggaz know we rock on,
All y'all is straight popcorn, AHH!
the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full
Mix the with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the well done
just like a deep fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we and how we keep shit comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is we gon' take it
the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz
Make bitches shake they shit to the
And feel the up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up.

[Busta
Yeah, sound like. the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin. groovy and friends or somethin [laughing]