Hoo!
Yeah it's another one of them marvelous s****
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes s***, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay n***** flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a n**** shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you n***** jumpin' around, had the b****** beggin fo' more
Street n*****, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned n***** if you try to b***, s*** I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest n***** out on a tour
Make a n**** black in the spot, make you want to take off a door
[Chorus]
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My n*****, all my n*****
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my n***** what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money b****** who still hang around the way
All my get money b****** that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta
My b******, all my b******, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my b****** what you got for me
Now, yo, we stay packing the toast
Could give a f***, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
n***** know that I be rocking the most
f***** Ethiopian b******, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all n***** up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a n**** playing me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calmg
n***** know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic s***, get you r*****ed
Should of known it was a bad move
f****** around and getting me started
Still whipping in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a f***
In the streets, living it up
So what happened to the last n**** bust
Could give a f*** whoever he was
Throw them n***** outta the clubs
Them n***** all, s*** turning me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all n***** a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all n***** f*** with the strays
f****** dimes at the end of the days
Getting money but it's too late
Got a n**** stuck in his ways
[Chorus]
Yeah it's another one of them marvelous s****
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes s***, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay n***** flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a n**** shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you n***** jumpin' around, had the b****** beggin fo' more
Street n*****, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned n***** if you try to b***, s*** I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest n***** out on a tour
Make a n**** black in the spot, make you want to take off a door
[Chorus]
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My n*****, all my n*****
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my n***** what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money b****** who still hang around the way
All my get money b****** that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta
My b******, all my b******, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my b****** what you got for me
Now, yo, we stay packing the toast
Could give a f***, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
n***** know that I be rocking the most
f***** Ethiopian b******, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all n***** up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a n**** playing me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calmg
n***** know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic s***, get you r*****ed
Should of known it was a bad move
f****** around and getting me started
Still whipping in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a f***
In the streets, living it up
So what happened to the last n**** bust
Could give a f*** whoever he was
Throw them n***** outta the clubs
Them n***** all, s*** turning me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all n***** a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all n***** f*** with the strays
f****** dimes at the end of the days
Getting money but it's too late
Got a n**** stuck in his ways
[Chorus]