Testi musica canzoni

Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruhYea.. [imitating the beat]This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea[Verse One]Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)Smash shit regularly, word to my motherShow love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violateCatch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)Ahh, articulate! Feels so greatthat I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosediveShit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grandsGet with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)Foul shit, way out of orderFuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)Disorderly conduct, will eruptWhen the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)Aight bitches, now show yo' asses[Chorus]The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up)We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)(we keep it gangsta muh'fucka)And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do thisNow what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh(what the fuck, c'mon)[Verse Two]Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit storedGot you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come upStretched a few, put 'em flat on they backAnd laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaudMy price tag, just to show up the shitMight be somethin you can't affordMake you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonishMove forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot songNow niggaz know we rock on, cock-strongAll y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie dukePass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blastMix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well donejust like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and popWhat we drop and how we keep shit cominHow we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take itControllin the land, controllin the seaNow we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapseMake bitches shake they shit to the floorAnd feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slapMake you crash all in your whip when you driveI hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up..[Chorus][Busta Rhymes]Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shitThe fuckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]more