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