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

One]
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in (color)
Shit hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash shit regularly, to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my (brudda)
Hot funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so
that I can bless my niggaz shit they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to (hands)
shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, erupt
When the live come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo'

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 no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)

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

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