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SOAD-Streamline

I wasn't there for you,

I wasn't there for you.



I know, weather's gonna be fine,

But I can see you cross the streamline,

My love waits for me in daytime,

But I can see you through the snowblind.



You are gone, I wasn't there for,

Goodbyes are long,

I wasn't there for goodbye,



But I wasn't there for goodbye.



I know, time reveals in hindsight,

I can, wrestle with the stormy night,

Because, your love lasts a lifetime,

But I can, see you through the snowblind.



I wasn't there for you, I wasn't there,

I wasn't there for you,

I wasn't there for you.



You are gone, but I wasn't there for

Goodbyes are long,

I wasn't there for goodbye,

Goodbye,

Goodbye.

SOAD-Roulette



I have a problem that I cannot explain,

I have no reason why it should've been so plain,

Have no questions but I sure have excuse,

I lack the reason why I should be so confused.



I know, how I feel when I'm around you,

I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you,

Around you.



Left a message but it ain't a bit of use,

I have some pictures, the wild might be the deuce,

Today you saw, you saw me, you explained,

Playin the show and running down the plane.



I know, how I feel when I'm around you,

I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you,

I know, how I feel when I'm around you,

I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you,

Around you.



I know, how I feel when I'm around you,

I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you,

I know, how I feel when I'm around you,

I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you,

Around you, Around you, Around you...

SOAD-Boom!
I've been walking through your streets,

Where all your money's earning,

Where all your building's crying

And clueless neckties working,

Revolving fake lawn houses,

Housing all your fears,

Desensitized by TV,

Overbearing advertising,

God of consumerism,

And all your crooked pictures

Looking good, mirrorism,

Filtering information,

For the public eye,

Designed for profiteering,

Your neighbor, what a guy.



BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,

Every time you drop the bomb,

You kill the god your child has born,

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.



Modern globalization,

Coupled with condemnations,

Unnecessary death,

Matador corporations,

Puppeting your frustrations,

With the blinded flag,

Manufacturing consent,

Is the name of the game,

The bottom line is money,

Nobody gives a fuck.

4000 hungry children leave us per hour,

From starvation,

While billions are spent on bombs,

Creating death showers.



BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,

Every time you drop the bomb,

You kill the god your child has born,

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM



Why, why, why, why must we kill, kill, kill, kill

Our own, own, own, own kind...



BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,

Every time you drop the bomb,

You kill the god your child has born,

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM/BOOM

Every time you drop the bomb.

Nick Slaughter

BUSTA RHYMES (f/ Kelis)

I Love My Bitch


[Busta Rhymes] I love my bitch
[Kelis] I love my nigga
[x6]

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
I love my girl cause she knows the shit
she acting kinda ill but she aint scared of the dick
got her on tape but though she act kinda rude
bet she know my money gone
she spent a do on a dude
real life chicken let her fucked with a thug
sippin martini's drinkin, wanna fuck in the club
cause . . . see thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
yeah she the shit
and she the type that keep shit on low
never stress the kid when im surrounded with hoes
if you knew the shit that she be doing to me
in the club, in the crib, or when i'm pushing the v
see, shorty ass be all over the place
nigga front she probally put her ass all in your face for me
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
cause that my chick, and she the shit

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

[Busta Rhymes]
you see my bitch she a one of a kind
i know you wish your bitch was a rider like mine
when you see my chick you know my shortys a dime
what she doing with them bitches
she be skipping the line
listen, the type that reserve that ass for a nigga
and if i had to skip town she's hold the stash for a nigga
i'm saying cause thats my chick
cause thats my chick, cause thats my chick
and she the shit
i know you buggin on the way shit sound
but you know you know i love the way my bitch be holdin it down
she is truely thoruow(sp) about the way she be reppin it hard
travel anywhere my shorty come fuck with the gaurd
bust it, mami always creep for you if she can
even if she have to get up and even lie on the stand
i'm saying . . . thats my chick
thats my chick, thats my chick
cause she the shit

My lady never lets me down
thats why i never let her go
she always here to lift me up
when i fall down and hit the floor
my baby so amazing
let me sit back and count the ways
1...... she the shit
2...... she the shit
3...... she the shit

[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my bitch
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my lady yup yup
i love my bitch
(i love you nigga)
i love my bitch
she the shit
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga yup yup
i love my boy
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
(i love my bitch)
i love my nigga
he bring me joy

Busta Rhymes New York Shit
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
DJ Scratch you sick for this one

[Swizz Beatz]
WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If you from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Hat to the back on my New York shit
(WOO! WOO!) Yeah, I'm on my New York shit (Oh!)
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!)
I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip
Rubberband stack money with my New York click
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch
My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
You niggaz know we deserve the props we get
Ridin up in therange I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich
The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
(Talk to 'em)

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Kid Capri on my New York shit (Come on!)
DJ Red Alert on my New York shit (Bounce!)
Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit (Shit!)
WOO! I'm on my New York shit
B.I.G. on my New York shit
(WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit
Jam Master Jay on my New York shit

[Busta Rhymes]
BVD's and durags nigga
Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggaz
On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin
Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin and while we bubblin our corner be brewin
Introduce you to the new walk nigga, and the new talk nigga
That's how we do when we in New York niggaz
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got alot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick
O.D.B. reppin New York sick
Shit you want the truth take a New York trip

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back
Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know we started this shit
You know we gave birth to all of this shit
Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!!
To the family that helped me get rich since day one
Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!!
Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders
DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff
DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez
Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore
Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back
Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels
Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation
Spoony G, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that
Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap
We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete Rock, Marley Marl
Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Keith Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D
Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my nigga Biz Markie
Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick
Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!!
My ladies and mothers of hip hop, MC Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock
All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Pebbly Poo
Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga!!!!
NEW YORK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS STAND UP NEW YORK!!!!
Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two
A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers
Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy!
Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin shit!
Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all
Lyrics > Busta Rhymes Lyrics > Busta Rhymes New York Shit Lyrics

Busta Rhymes - Hey Ladies

Here we go now, yea
C'mon, yea, check it

[Verse One]
I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch
The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit
It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick
And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick
Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip
That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich
Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish
While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous
A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist'

[Chorus]
I say LADIES, my MERCEDES
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin

[Verse Two]
Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin to be
My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see
These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea
I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free
Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki
Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe
Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski
If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me
I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin
While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas
We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee'

[Chorus]

Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon
[heavy breathing]
Here we go now, yea
C'mon

BUSTA RHYMES "Pass The Courvoisier"
(feat. P. Diddy)

[P.Diddy w/ Busta In Background]
Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)

[P. Diddy]
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k)
I'm the man (lets go) and no one else
raah, raah

[Busta Rhymes]
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow
Stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

[P. Diddy]
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam

[Busta (Puff)]
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about

[P. Diddy]
See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about

[Busta]
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

[Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy]
[Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
[Busta] Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)

[Busta]
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin out they actin like a ? to my shit
? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

[Diddy]
Its the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

[Busta]
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn)
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

[Chorus]

[Hook: Busta]
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

[Diddy]
Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?

[Busta]
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

[Diddy]
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to..

[Busta]
The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
Flipmode!

[Chorus 2x]

[Puff Talking:]
yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil
Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..[mumbles]

BUSTA RHYMES "Pass The Courvoisier Part 2 (Remix)"
(feat. P. Diddy, Pharell (The Neptunes))

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Busta Rhymes]
Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh)
Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On)
Street niggas is ringin them shots out

[P. Diddy]
Short circuits blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out

[Busta Rhymes]
Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh)
Wylin till all of my crew knocked out (Come On)

[P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!)
[Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!)

[P. Diddy]
Baby, we'll leave your crotch out
And peep the way we be blowin them spots out

[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, look how we got 'em ready to act out
Girl, I'm ready to give it twistin your back out (Let's go)

[P. Did] Drink yack till a nigga fallin out
[Rhymes] Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[P. Did] Girl you need to shake it off
[Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha
[P. Did] Shave it off
[Rhymes] Come on, jump smack your ass and break it off
[P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all?
[Rhymes] You need to take it off
[P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now

[Busta Rhymes]
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On)
Food spillin all out of the bowl now (Huh)
Money thick and heart of the fold now (Come On)

[P. Did] Ladies tell me if your feelin {alright}
[Rhymes] And are ya sure that your up for doin it {all night}
[P. Did] I Like this

[Busta Rhymes]
Listen, before you ass bent, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet (Come On)

[P. Diddy]
Niggas all around and it's to rightfully shut down the block

[Busta Rhymes]
Chain the club ain't even packed yet (Come On)
Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out
Till the club is closed down, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Rhymes] To rob a bank my nigga cash rule
[P. Did] Bust it, let's get this money and act like a damn fool
[Rhymes] Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool (Huh)
[P. Did] Bone bitches and me and they man's cool

[Busta Rhymes]
Should be sayin, is what you thinked up? nigga
With me and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On)

[P. Diddy]
Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Me and my nigga is fittin to bless y'all (Come On)
Don't talk about it, be about it
(SHUT UP!!!) Live niggas come to be around it
(WADDUP, COME ON!!) Rep to the fullest now (Huh)
These niggas ain't knowin how we gone put it down (Come On)
Cocked aim to shoot

[P. Did] To spray it down
[Rhymes] Steam rollin you niggas
[P. Did] And lay it down
[Rhymes] Niggas frontin with they thug image
[P. Did] And we pay them no mind
[Rhymes] I don't drink until the bottle finish, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

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Dan Republike

Danas je Dan Republike
i stari je popio malo
na televiziji Lepa Brena
i stari se sjeća ratnih vremena

Da bi danas bilo bolje
oni su poturali svoja pleća
gazili hladne rijeke
jeli koru s' drveća

Žao mu je što neki misle
da je život negdje drugdje
i ne sanja se više stari san
čekaju pasoš da odu van

Ref. 3x
Danas je dan, Dan Republike

I stara kaže, Dragane šuti
skrati jezik, mogu te čuti
dan, Dan Republike
danas je dan, Dan Republike


Danas je Dan Republike
i stari se sjeća ratnih dana
žao mu je što se ni klinci
više ne igraju partizana

Danas svako zna
da je glava samo jedna
danas svako zna
pred kim pasti na koljena

Danas je Dan Republike
stari kaže otvorite prozore
pijan je i čini mu se
da logorske vatre u daljini gore

Ref. 3x

I stara kaže, jesi l' normalan Dragane
zatvaraj prozore, ne radi grijanje

Ref. 3x

I stara kaže, Dragane šuti
skrati jezik, mogu te čuti

Ref. 3x

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Djevojčice kojima miriše koža

Uzalud glancaš svoje špicaste cipele
uzalud otkopčavaš zadnje dugme košulje
one se neće nasmijati na tvoje loše folove
neće se osvrnuti na tvoje dobacivanje

Možeš im lagat' da ti je babo direktor
ili da si treća godina prava
one će znati da si nitko i ništa
običan uhljup s Koševa

Ref.
I opet ćes teturati uz memljiv zid
na iskrivljenoj česmi oprat' ćes lice
sjest' na pločnik, zapalit' cigaru
i gledati na drugu stranu ulice
S one strane ulice stanuju djevojčice
kojima, kojima miriše koža

One vole frajere koje nose bradice
i čije ih riječi ostave bez daha
koji nikad ne prave belaja
i koji nikad ne psuju Alaha

Ne znaju one da ti je srce
veće neg' u tog bradatog gmaza
nikad ti neće pružiti šansu
ne poznaješ dovoljno efektnih fraza

Ref.

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Dok jezdiš ka Alemanji

Iza tebe su razbijene boce
okrenuto ja'nje donijeto na ledini
zar je moguće da je već gotov
i ovaj odmor u domovini

Dugo si ljubio ženu i sina
već je visok metar i četr'es šest
poljupcima je zvonila stanična aula
dugo nisi puštao njegovu malu pest

Ref.
I već jezdiš k Alemanji
čežnja ti srce razara
o, kako bezdušno juri kroz noć
voz 706 Kozara ekspres
dok jezdiš k Alemanji

U osam i trideset stižemo u Frankfurt
bezbrojna misao glavom ti luta
ponovo provokacije, neprijateljske emigracije
ponovo arbajt za gazdu Kurta

I pitaš se, koliko još puta
da kupiš njivu i zavist sela
zbog prekrasnog bijelog švapskog auta

Ref.

Tvoja šaka žestoko pogađa naslon
putnici se bune zbog drske lupe
ispred tebe su se nakotile pive
a, molim vas, nađite mi neki novi kupe

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Gile šampion

Kad mu je stari dobio stan od firme
u liftu je upisao svoje ime
masnim crnim flomasterom
PFC Gile zvani šampion

A škola mu je bila sumorna dolina
Zemun, Fontana, Merkator
pekar, lekar, apotekar nije mog'o biti on
Gile zvani šampion

Ref.
Jer on je Gile šampion
izraziti favorit
Gile, lepo ima ime

A deca su, kume, uvek ista
deca su ga zvala Gile glista
velika je bila njegova bol
preslab za kik boks, prejak za rokenrol

A starom je pala plata pod "stoju"
malo ih radi, a puno u stroju
a njegov san je bila velika lova
a znamo da života nema bez snova

Ref.

On je htio sad i htio je sve
uz malu pomoć srebrne berete
kratak je put za nevaljalog sina
od kocke i vina, do kralja kokaina

A put do vrha priča je stara
usput je skenj'o par bumbara
beogradska zvone zvona
da pozdrave novog šampiona

Ref.

I sve je palo ispod Poršea
milion funti, milion žena
žene mlade i žene vrele
Gile ih ne kara, Gile ih dere

I uzalud su bile riječi druga svog
da takve rano upoznaje Bog
skenjaće te neko u tri'cetoj, druže
pa i lav je kralj, al' ne živi duže

Ref.

Al' jednog je jutra na njegova vrata
zakucao neko ko mu može biti tata
Zar je već kraj, upita on
Gile zvani šampion

Ref.

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Ibro dirka

Kunem vam se rahmetom dedinim
iako se u tu svirku ne razumijem baš
da niko nikad nije znao harmoniku svirat'
kao mali Ibro, Ibro dirka naš

Jer kada počne dernek i kad on zasvira
ne bi stig'o reči ni Bismilah
već bi lup'o glavom i lomio bi čaše
već bi te Ibro bacio u sevdah

Al' jednog dana za Ibru čuše
ljudi sa estrade
i počeše njuškati po našoj mahali

Svaki Ibri piće plaća
svakih deset prsta Ibrinih hvali
Ibro poče pričati o parama, o slavi
mi ga odgovarasmo, Ibro, ne budali

Ti si nešto drugo
ti harmonikom liječiš bol
na estradi sve je lažno
na estradi sve je fol

Samo da ti kažem nešto za Ibru
dođe Mercedes po njega i on ode
ode u harmoničare i posta popularan
eno ga, isp'o u novinama, s oba Halida se slik'o, s Brenom bio, jest, majke mi

Pa on je vuk'o curu nosila bedž da joj se zna prednja strana
a sad sve noge do krajnika
Ozrenka, daj nam dvije pive
i reci, Boga ti, muzici malo tiše

Samo, nije nešto
ali ne da on da ga se darači
mislim da ga daraču oni Sinanovci
oguliše ga od njega

Ali nije ni to
ne daju mu bolan da sevdah svira
ovo kriza, raja traže veselo
ko će slušat' tuđu muku

Ali jednog jutra
uđe Ibro u mahalu sam
isti Gari Kuper, sve je ličilo na san
na licu mu više ne bi sjene
koju tuga pravi

Mahalu sevdah Ibro
nije mog'o da zaboravi
Ibro nije htio para
Ibro će vazda bit' fukara

Neki odmah počeše da blate Ibrin lik
ali samo prava raja je znala
u čemu je trik
nije Ibro, jarane naš, fukara
Ibro ti je defakato umjetnik
svaćaš

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Jugo 45

Kažu da su čuda svijeta
piramide Afričke
kažu da su čuda svijeta
velike rijeke Indije

Al' nijedno čudo nije
bilo ravno onome
kad je stari uparkir'o
u bašću Jugu 45

Skupio se sav komšiluk
i pola rodbine
ono pola nije moglo
nije moglo od muke

Stara napravila mezu
ispekla 'urmašice
stari otiš'o u granap
po još logistike

Ref.
Bilo je to dobro vrijeme
sve na kredit, sve za raju, jarane
u auto naspi čorbe
pa u Trst po farmerke

Bilo je to dobro vrijeme
te na izlet, te malo na more
u kući puno smijeha
u bašći Jugo 45

Vozio komšija Franjo
da proda jabuke
vozio komšija Momo
da mu ženu porode

Vozio ga daidža Mirso
kad je iš'o u kurvaluke
vozio ga malo i ja
kad bi mazn'o ključeve

Ref.

Virio sam jedno veče
iz bašće čuo glasove
Momo, Franjo, daidža Mirso
nešto tiho govore, onda pružiše si ruke

Na komšiju se ne može
onda popiše po jednu i razguliše
izgledao je baš mali to veče
naš Jugo 45

Pobjegli smo jednog jutra
s dvije kese najlonske
prvo malo Lenjinovom
pa preko Ljubljanske

Danas nam je mnogo bolje
novi grad i novi stan
stari nam je postao fora
kantonalni ministar

Ali meni je u glavi
uvijek ista slika, isti fleš
stara kuća, mala bašća
i u njoj Jugo 45

Ali meni je u glavi
uvijek ista slika, isti fleš
stara kuća, mala bašća
i Jugo 45

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Kada dernek utihne

Kada dernek utihne
i noć dođe do kraja
kada ostane da pjeva
samo prava raja

Kada osjetim iz pogleda
pogleda koji si krila
i kažem ti, ti si moja
i oduvijek si bila

Ref. 2x
Kada dernek utihne

Kada dernek utihne
i noć dođe do kraja
kada ostane da pjeva
samo prava raja

Ja ti nudim riječi
u dnu duše skriveni
gledam te, ne krijem se
ti me gurni il' zagrli

Ref. 2x

Kada dernek utihne
i dodir usana
i dogori cigara
i stane muzika

Kada dernek utihne
iza kuća kad viri dan
otvaram vrata i krećem
ne bojim se i ne sumnjam

Ref. 4x

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Kako je Velika Britanija postala probušeni dolar

Rekla je da je iz Banja Luke
i da se tamo zemlja tresla
da joj se srušila kuća
i kako joj je nestala adresa

Vidio sam svu ljepotu svijeta
na času geografije
kad je izašla pred kartu
bila je veća od Velike Britanije

Na odmoru sam ispred nje dubio na glavi
jer to sam u razredu ja najbolje znao
ko je im'o para, kupov'o joj kifle
ko je znao riječi, pjesme joj je slao

Ref.
Đulijano Pike, otrov za klinke
ženskih srca on je gospodar
zavede je u mraku, u velikom parku
a već sutra za njom viknu
probušeni dolar, probušeni dolar

Ja tad nisam znao sta je tu na stvari
i dalje sam pred njom dubio na glavi
al' Britanija je postala ozbiljna i tužna
Britanija je postala obična i ružna

Ref.

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Kanjon Drine

Kanjon Drine je ispred nas
stopamo Mufa, Kiki i ja
snijeg se topi, cesta je prazna
stao nam je stari kamiondžija

Planine gole vrletne
lomile nam put
gazda je vozio
vidno ne raspoložen
više tužan no ljut

Smanjuje brzinu
pripaljuje cigaru
u mraku mu svijetle oči
gazda tihim glasom reče
neće ovo djeco
na dobro poći

Jer sve ide unatrag
živimo u plemenima k'o Apači
a gde ćemo djeco
i ja i vi

Nama srce kuca za sve njih
probudi me ovo je
neki ružan san
što manje dijete znaš
to si manje nesretan

Planine gole vrletne
lomile nam put
gazda je vozio
vidno ne raspoložen
više tužan no ljut

Hadžije su sebi podijelili rejone
djecu evakuišu avionima
a ja se osjećam nezgodno
kao zebra na Brionima

A vama će djeco biti najljepše
vi ste navikli rano u krevet
uskoro ćemo svi mi
imati izlaz samo do devet

Probudi me ovo je
neki ružan san
što manje dijete znaš
to si manje nesretan

Kanjon Drine je iza nas
ispred nas je ravna Romanija
snijeg se topi nista neće
zaustaviti dolazak novog proljeća
3x

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Kažu mi da novog frajera imaš

Dobro, pa ti se javi, dobro
ma ne, ja sam mislio
onaj amer'čki film da pogledamo
a ti se dogovorila
aha, dobro, dobro, ajd' dobro

Kažu mi da novog frajera imaš
nisam ga vidio
al' znam da nije loš
ti si vazda znala da biraš
ti si vazda tražila još

Kažu mi da novog frajera imaš
koji te s'autom čeka poslije škole
i koji s visine gleda na nas
druge dječake koji te vole
kažu, kažu

Ti ćeš s njime da ideš na Jahorinu
tamo je lijepo i zdravo, šta više
a ja ću ostati u prljavom gradu
i ustima hvatati kapi kiše

Kažu mi da novog frajera imaš
koji se sjajno slaže
s tvojom novom tašnom
a kada tašna izađe iz mode
hoće l' s njime biti
isto k'o sa mnom

Kažu mi da novog frajera imaš
koji sjajno priča i fino miriše
al' ne zna da je u tvom životu
samo stepenica, korak više
kažu, kažu

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Kino "Prvi maj"

Da zaboraviš poraz i ljubavni neuspjeh
da zaboraviš svu nepravdu i belaj
kupi kospe i jeftinu kartu
i dodji u kino Prvi maj

Da se osvetiš onim sto te tuku
da ne misliš kako nisi baš naj
za tebe danas pobjeđuju
Čelični obad il' Mali zmaj

Ref.
I dok vjetar njise travu vijore zastave
i dok vjetar mrsi kosu njegove drage
on pobjeđuje sam protiv svih
ali znaj, još samo
na platnu kina Prvi maj

S tobom neće biti tvoja djevojka
njoj se ne sviđa ovakav film
ne voli ona jeftine priče
ne voli pucnjavu i ne voli dim

Neprijatelj leži mrtav u prašini
u barutnom dimu okupan je suton
ona odlazi s njim i sretan je kraj
još samo na platnu kina Prvi maj

Ref.

Mister Jones, oh good morning
how are you
i have some money for you
oh money, how much
many, many money,
but you got some job to do
oh what, to kill somebody
oh, who, mister Drake
oh I can't do it, he's my friend
you must do it

Ref.

Šta to igra večeras
ne znam, jarane, života mi

Extinction Level Event
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Album: Extinction Level Event



Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y'all
Here we here we here we go y'all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all
Yeah yeah y'all extinction level event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is going on
What the fuck going on here
Check it out yo
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab the calico
Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
But don't know what you talking about
Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout
On the strength shit niggaz check for
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
Time after time we gonna shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths
I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(What y'all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Where the fuck y'all niggaz gonna run
Where y'all niggaz think y'all running to son)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Bomb threat to the world
What the fuck going on with y'all niggaz out here)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We are now a soldier at dawn
Of glory emergency motherfuckas)

Yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment
Now all refinement
Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blacking out building hostillity getting violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment
Then I bust your shit 'til the day of my whole retirement
Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches
Have y'all niggaz wildin having a fit
Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on
Never believe in your eyes
When my squad some through at an astronomically large size
Moving the mountains
Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing
Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting
I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world)
La la la la laaaa la la
(To experience the extinction level event)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The dawn of global emergency)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The moment where we all come together as one unison)
La la la la laaaa la la
(And completely dominate all global events)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit)
La la la la laaaa la la
(That we got going on in our every and any reach)
La la la la laaaa la la
(All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on)
La la la la laaaa la la
(As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit)

Busta Rhymes - Bounce (Let Me See Ya Throw It)

BOUNCE


Bounce
bounce
bounce nigga
come on bounce
come on bounce
bounce
come on bounce bitches
come on bounce
come on bounce
come on bounce everybody
come on bounce
come on
come on
come on now

im sayin bounce bitches come on bounce now
yes yes ya'll u know we takin it all see how we bringin the street
callin the carnagie hall it be so funny to see how bad they wan' it
ya fall fuckin up sumtin me and my niggas me ready to brawl (ha)
now im ready to call my niggas get off of the wall an run up in the club
like how these bitches da runnin them all (huh) now we poppin the collar
holla u need to follow the schlolar (hey yo) hustle fo dollars and rockin
it till manana my niggas so how we do it i do it for the love and the riches
my niggas hittin them switches i got to run from my bitches u fuck around yous
a gunna
put the shit back in order and keep in mind that i might be fuckin
somebodys daughter
my niggas that be keepin that gumma and hang on the corna bitches get the
strippin and the shakin the shit how they wanna let me se it mamma and start
showin ur shit i love the way u makin it bounce
and get it goin ur shit

bounce
represent where your from
bounce let me see yah throw it
bounce bounce let me see yah throw it
bounce to all my ladies
bounce i love the way you make it bounce
so let me see yah throw it bounce
let me see yah throw it bounce
east coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
west coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
dirty south niggas let me see yah throw it bounce
midwest niggas let me see yah throw it bounce


now let me warn yah (bounce) the way we comin you know we be bringin a storm
ya'll
pack ya garden up watch all my niggas form ya’ll the way we always do it you
sayin we wrong ya’ll but still be lovin the way we put it on ya’ll (owww babay)
I
know you know I really mean well busy givin me head all up in side my V12
female
bitches throwin there pussy at retail all up in your face seein every inch of
your detail now we rollin with bigger money we foldin crackin mo in the safe
for
money we holdin hold on pause these bitches be dropping there draws getting
flat on there stomach and poppin in it all on the floor come in to get us we
tossin you niggas like lettuce leavin you beat up regreatn’ the moment you met
us bitches open for bonen and fuckin they starving the lettuce sweaten and
drippin starten on niggas and starten to wet us (so) check out the way that we
rep’n when we comin to get it get the fuck out the club if yah aint roillin wit
it I be givin you bitches some shit you be want’n a goggle hittin these bitches
they focusing wantin a model
wether you whipping up in a truck or u reven the throttle or you willin out in
the club
or you throwin a bottle just let me see it mamma and start showin your shit I
love the
way you make it bounce and get to throwin your shit
bounce
represent where your from
bounce let me see yah throw it
bounce bounce let me see yah throw it
bounce to all my ladies
bounce i love the way you make it bounce
so let me see yah throw it bounce
let me see yah throw it bounce
east coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
west coast niggas let me see ya throw it bounce
dirty south niggas let me see yah throw it bounce
midwest niggas let me see yah throw it bounce

bounce

BUSTA RHYMES - HOW WE DO IT OVER HERE (FEAT. MISSY ELLIOTT)

[Missy] Bus-a-Bus baby-baby! Nooowww...

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
Pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this

[Chorus One: Missy Elliott]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there
Make me lose my mind baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there!

[Busta Rhymes]
See how I'm drillin 'em baby?
It's Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killin 'em crazy
We off the Relaxic, I'm spillin the gravy
Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy
To be the latest greatest for all you niggaz from gazing
Bugatti off white tan, interior pastry
See my swagger sharp like that, these niggaz amaze me
As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me
Enough of that

[Missy Elliott]
We be up in the club, niggaz sportin them minks
Tipsy in the club, nigga buyin 'em drinks
Walk around lookin like our shit don't stink
Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink

[Busta Rhymes]
Okay, now I got me a clear view
I like it when you get up and I'm lovin ya hairdo
The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you
The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through
Appreciate my presence, while I shine wit' a barrel
I came up wit' cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue
Shorty ain't checkin for you, step to the way I do
Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to
Now she was sayin...

[Chorus Two: Missy Elliott]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there
Is that Dr. Dre baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there!

[Hook]

[Busta] What you sayin Missy!?

[repeat Hook]

[Break]
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass
[Missy] Come on give it to me
[Busta] We got some shit for that ass girl

[Busta Rhymes]
Bounce back, brand new on the scene what?
Took a little minute, I'm back with the re-up
Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut
Shorty's lost her head, see all the koochies I cream up
I love the way she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up
It's gettin hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up
Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be gleaming up
How I dominate the scene, how a nigga be cleaning up
I see you liking everything, you see me and you
You frowning on your girl, like you ain't willing to share boo
The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you
Ya girl looking like she wit' it, she can come/cum in too
You get impatient Ma, show you just how the kid move
I'm bangin in the truck, and let her watch in the rearview
See we don't really care about the niggaz who came through
over there 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do
So check it baby...

[Chorus One]

[Busta Rhymes + Missy]
See it don't matter what ya doin over there
See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here
That's if we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here
Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here nigga
See it don't matter what ya doin over there
See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here (over here)

Busta Rhymes - Party Is Going On Over Here


Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con
Rockin' on ever since the day I was born
Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform
Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm
Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone
I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm
Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!)
With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy
Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches
Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches
Wiggle they belly buttons
Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it
Long as my shorty with it
You know I'm comin' to get it
Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it
Swelling your melon while you yellin'
Now check out the credit
Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more
(Coming through too!)
Yes and we be kickin' down your door
Keepin' it raw my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches right in the front sayin' "Aahh"
All my bitches way in the rear sayin' "Aahh"
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas right in the front sayin' "Ho!"
All my niggas right in the rear sayin' "Ho!"
The party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!"

Let me just hear you some more
Tell me what you lookin' for
Told all of y'all already I ain't gonna tell you no more
Hittin' you off makin' you niggas blast off!
With some shit that'll be tearing your ass off
Keppin' it comin', keepin' it movin', keepin' you wylin'
We gettin' this paper let's keep the cheddar stacking and piling
And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good
Doin' it is how we be movin' it in the hood
Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas
How we double and wyle
And double our bitches double our figures
Turnin' you out
Run from my niggas (No doubt!)
Keepin' it blazing make all my bitches all shout
Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through
While you peekin' around the corner baby I see you!
Tell me what you gon' do
I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop
Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top
We never stop my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches up in the front sayin' "Aahh"
All my bitches up in the rear sayin' "Aahh"
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas up in the front sayin' "Ho!"
All my niggas up in the rear sayin' "Ho!"
The party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!"

BUSTA RHYMES

"Gimme Some More"

Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down, and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I said "Yeah"
So then they said "Oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em'?"
I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest"
Knowing as a shorty, I was always told
That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest
I gotta be the greatest myself

C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon
Yeah nigga what, what a surprise
Get ya sumn', make a nigga close both of your eyes
All my niggas gettin' money capitalize
Die little small guy, we on the rise
Everything a nigga touch platinumize
Fully equipped, you know we come wit' all the supplies
Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size
You fuck wit' any of my Flipmode family ties
Me and my niggaz be comin' through stalkin' you out
Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about
See you in the club, now we walkin' you out
Shoulda' thought twice 'fo you went and opened your mouth
Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin'
Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin'
Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame
It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames!

[Chorus:]
Y'all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more
Y'all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more
Yo Spliff where the weed at?
Gimme some more
I know ya'll niggas need that
Gimme some more
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more
With the cars and the big crib
Gimme some more
Everybody spread love
Gimme some more
If you want it let me hear you say
Gimme some more

Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash
Runnin' with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a nigga's cuttin' the corner
You fuckin' up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter
Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a bitch
Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch
So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you
Make a little room for me and all my niggas to pass through
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit
What with all my niggas from around the way shit
When I come through you niggas know I do my thing
Bring more shit that generate money, chi-ching
Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you
Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue
While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom
I'm comin' soon hit you with a boom gimme some room!

[Chorus]

Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean
I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme
Hope you niggas know we comin' through full steam
Can't see you better turn on your high beam
All my niggas while I'm ringing the sireen
Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team
Never should you ever try to fuck wit' my cream
I O.D when my shit get all in your bloodstream
Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down
Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around
Like it's when me and my people run through your town
Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown
Ay, yo! All my people need to come and surround
A nigga be hittin' so much it make you fall on the ground
Sure to make you shout that's what I be all about
Turnin' you out makin' all you niggas fall out!

[Chorus]