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"Busta Rhymes"
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жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: When Disaster Strikes...
There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix
автор:
Busta Rhymes
жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: When Disaster Strikes...
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C'mon, yeah, villain c'mon I got this side right here Take this side right there C'mon do this Busta Bus c'mon C'mon stayin' streetPaws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rapture If you ain't with it bite crotch 'til it break your jaw For tryin' to knock us Tryin' to kill or stop us, jack our propers Busta Bus, they fakin', the cake is for the takin' While they runnin' they face, I'm lettin' the plan bake Formulate, now look at the plot, we got More and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot Ready or not, we comin', snatchin' every comer Witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin' like a motherfuckerYou can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop sucker The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker Lot of jealous niggaz lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh Full of finesse, my Congress show progress Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest Your Highness, leavin' corny niggaz spineless Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timelessNot a problem my squad can't fix 'Cause we can do it, in the mix So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass 'Cause you know we don't fuck around When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground ground When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground groundThis is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side It's party time and don't forget get yours, 'cause I'ma get mine The villain 'til I'm peelin' a million Ridin' dirty and bustin' like thirty-thirty, ''til a nigga end Knowin' that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win Cheddar if you ain't about it then I think you better Hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real RawY'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for Cash, cars, fly whores and tours Fillin' my pipe, with no messes and no limits Them other one scrimpin', has the tent froze frigid Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin' chasin' chickens I mash for the cash with the click and Rip a show then I'm dippin' in the whip and high trippin'While y'all niggaz hoppin' and skippin' I stick the clip in, yo Accelerate on the gas, move fast Blast, find a nigga foot in your ass Colorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrast Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up Violate, nigga get they whole shit lit up Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewels Champagne bath, throw the Moet in the poolNigga caught a motherfuckin' strain on the brain Ridin' on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain Over sized click on the rise so realize we be Dem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small fries The franchise, Flipmode damagin' all of you Fall Guys Yo I'm tired of niggaz they full of True Lies No time, we got the right surprise Need a new beginnin', need to get a baptize Ha ha, you need to get a baptize, word is bond, aiyyoNot a problem my squad can't fix 'Cause we can do it, in the mix So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass 'Cause you know we don't fuck around When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground ground When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground groundGround, ground, gr-gr-ground ground Just party to the shit like this c'mon Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'mon You niggaz don't know my brand new song c'mon Aiyyo, hear me out y'all Yo, and just feel my shit C'mon bounce what the fuck?
Это интересно:Предки Басты Раймса когда–то населяли остров Ямайку и, возможно, слушали музыку солнечного прибоя, которую позже назвали рэгги. Патриотизм им удалось сохранить и в Штатах, когда в Нью–Йорке оказалось не меньше ямайцев, чем в самой Ямайке. Баста родился в местечке Ист Флэтбуш Бруклина в 1972 году и перекочевал на Лонг–Айленд, когда ему стукнуло 12 лет. "У меня еще не обсохло молоко на губах,... продолжение
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