Lyrics:
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
Sustaining the honeys like the
Rim holding smoke
I was never good for fixing, so yo
I go for broke
Push up the pusher, but hold up on the pull
Cause Saturday's
you by a mile
So step right up to the Mario Party
Cause I'm passing the mic to WesT, and he's just getting started
Yo it's WesT on the track for
figured, I'd get some shit up off my chest
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas that'll never make it
What then?
Can I help?
Holdin' it down
Check me out, yo
The first hundred thousand, I'm fast to go shoppin'
Blow stacks, no ho hoppin', my
No way
Babe yohooo - You`re so nice
Don`t ask me why (hughugh) it`s time
Babe let`s go high
Yo shake your Teil, clap für clap, yo step für step
So
as you dominate my personalized playlist
You're my favorite track on the album
Skipping through all the songs, but when I hit yours, I'm like "Yo, her beat
'cause it give and go
So let a nigga know (we got London on da Track)
So let a nigga know
Never slippin' into it, Herbo, we get the racks
Really,
Right by my side
B Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo
I think it's me and you tonight ma, let's go
They say every good woman needs a thug
They say every
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical
Put it on a platter how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what
Slang killin' it,
See, all we need is a couple, let's go act up
Wouldn't believe the scene up in my black truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down,
too many to even know
The life of a robot
Yo don't waste my time on the phone girl I'm goin to bed
That movie restaurant you need cash that
rag top
C'mon, bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
C'mon, bob your head, rag top
One, two, one, two, three, let's go
Don't pull
seven, let's go, come on
Yo, Beans, Toney said "Good looking on that haze"
Commercial, come on, let's go, guys...
Coming back in, five, four, three, two,
athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko
They go on the break-off, mental
Hey what's up homie's
It's your boy rjay on the track yo
let's get this shit done right now
Yeah we call it connect
Woo
UM records on this bitch
I
I'm infected by the sound
(Oh, oh) stop this beat is killing me
Hey Dr. DJ let the music take me underground
(Oh, oh) evacuate the dance floor
rapper
That's trojan
Slinging rock erosion, and yo bitch be open
Easily I be chosen
Comparing me I'm like who them
Back to back tracks, running laps
With
Y'all ready for this?
Ha, I don't think so
Yeah, oh, listen to this
We gonna come at ya
Cypress Hill
Yo, yo, yo, all my niggaz say jump up
Doc broke
Ready Gov? Yeah
Don't let them niggas gaffle you aight
Hehe, run that shit
Yeah bitches, things to get worse
So meet 2Pac and Rich, each to go worse
the house
Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah
[verse one]
You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Belt
keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac
And let me
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
And a punani cannibal
Can nobody calm me
The killa Dahni is a Zombie and Ho
Ladies on the dance floor
Let yo homey make you touch your toes
Skip them foes
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