your freak's house to chill And the both of you understood That y'all could chill with the talking 'cos y'all were straight fucking And for both of y'all, it's all good
Shine. C'mon." It's not luck that I'm sittin' here spittin' for y'all. Preeld in by Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all. Growin' up on the New York concrete
find it. Lend a hand, help a friend. What's the reason, Tell me what be finding. Well we could all be happy. We take it all for granted. [Chorus
fight till we turn this mother out And apologize after, laughter, pain It's insane, we back in the same chapter again And it's sad, but it's true, when
-a-aw [Chorus X2:] Y'all C'mon now, Let's all get on down, Let's do-si-do now, We gon' have a good ol' time. Don't be scared, cus there ain't nuttin'
Snoop Dogg] *singing* Yes yes y'all, not $hort but Snoop Dogg And you know it's like that y'all *rapping* I'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's
hah!! got you all in check Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard Busta rhymes up in the place with the oh-dee-bee Busta rhymes you rhyme (dirty) whaaaat? (you rhyme
yeah yeah yeah, Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah... Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh) Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh) Jah and Busta baby... [Busta Rhymes
callin his bluff When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Why?) All
award ceremonies like we winnin Oscars Rhymin rastas, eatin enough exotic pasta, hah! Yo.. We keep it movin for all of y'all Freak y'all niggaz out
shit all good I’m askin all y’all Watcha come around here fo!!! Got niggaz outta town Tryin to come and be down I’m askin all y’all Watcha come around
Y'all wanna know who we with Busta Rhymes and there's only one You know my man is always rockin shit We keep it street cause that's where we're from You
know nobody’s home It’s busta rhymes and I’m feeling irie Come on over cause I’m having a party Milo did the right thing and brought the ride The sound’s
Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes] MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass me all