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

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

The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the is (we keep it boppin)
(we it gangsta 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 with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)

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

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