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My consciousness was Michael's common sense
I missed the karma, that came as a consequence
Niggas bustin' off through the curtains 'cause
I just heard the awful news
I could steer around the rocks
But they're bustin' down the docks
James River blues
That train came on through
to Maxwell
On a Maxell, my man called me on a black cell
He told me he got bagged for a crack sell
How ya feelin' son, not that well
Bustin' techs and shit
don't tempt me (Tempt me)
I'ma hit the bank 'til it's empty (Empty)
One by one, going straight to a ten-piece
(One by one piece)
Bustin' the clip 'til
we're doin but
Uh I ain't got nothin ta prove oh yeah
I'm just bustin you groove oh
I ain't got nothin ta prove tell um
I'm just bustin you groove do it
to cut a deal
Somebody got a cure to cancer,
Somebody drunk behind the wheel
But me, I'm just tryin' to find my little Suzie
Somebody bustin
(Do-do-do-aah)
Just like a-workin' on a chain gang
You're bustin' rocks
But now you're groovin' on the dance floor, Lord
(Come on baby)
Hey now, with
if you've had a dose of a
Freaky ghost, baby
You better call
(Ghostbusters) ow
Lemme tell ya something
Bustin' makes me feel good
I ain't
Electric love, electric luau
I'm bustin' loose, pumpin' the music
Let's dance, baby
Let's dance, Jelly-bone
Pump it up
[Chorus]
Mama's dancin'
Yeah, I keep it busting out the chain
Bustin' out the chain
Bustin' out the chain
Bustin' out the chain
You already heard about me, you don't know
could probably wash dishes at some other fuckin' dump
But it's all the same to me, bustin' ass to make a buck
So read 'em up and stick 'em
Pump
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first
things is, crispy
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get
they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin'
school
Yo, back in the days I used to listen to records
Tryin' to figure out how I could make my own records
Workin' in restaurants, bustin' on dishes
sess blunts mixed with illy
Got me bustin' now the whole world looks dusted
I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted
For real, nigga, touch it
I’m breakin down walls
I’m bustin down doors
The motive that’s in it,
Makes you wanna relieve it
Replenish the spirit,
Ya thank god I’m in it
I'm bustin' her frame slang d*** like a crane
Good money exchange I got deft in the game
It's not feelin' the same I take care of my main
Bust her
closing in
Got us bustin' off these pistols
My niggas got issues, again (woo), same song
Armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame, then I'm gone
along after then
He used to plow them rows just straight and deep and I'd come along behind
Bustin' up plows with my own bare feet Old Rivers he was
knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm
The way we blow shit is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin' a cork on the champagne
Wrote you
crawl and creep
And creep and crawl, it's fa all y'all
Well..........
Who's that makin that funky noise?
It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that
& Phillies smokin' sess blunts mixed with illy
Got me bustin' now the whole world looks dusted
I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted
For real,
prime (In its prime)
Bustin' through the motherfuckin' hole (Fuckin' hole)
Went platinum 'fore I ever went gold (Went gold)
Dope jumpin' out
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