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This s**t sound like

One two o'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out

Niggaz in they trucks creepin'

With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these b**s

Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect

Thieves n**a direct the trees to the SmokeFest

Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in

I'm like Smithsonian n**a, f**k it call me Napoleon

Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan

The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland

Hit ya, I'm gon get ya

And drop the bomb scripture at your bar mitzvah

Yo, map s**t out, blast through the speakers

With a wife beater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers

Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk

Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk

Moderatin' how we establish the whole conglomerate

The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it

See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people

Young and restless down to the old and feeble

Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz

Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin' niggaz

So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce

Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, n**a

My vernacular is spectacular

Strategic plans 'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre

Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso

Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough n**a)

Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)

B**h shake yo' hips and bounce real slow

Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that

All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)

Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA

(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin' air, c'mon!)

All my b**h's, if you're with me (yeah all my b**s where you at now)

Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA

Yeah, my whole entire mind state deeper

Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo

Smash you niggaz like mashed potato

Back when niggaz used to rock Bally's and Clarks

I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park

Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark

Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin' they mark

F**n' with diplomats who love Bailey's

Monopolize and quickly get other money f**n' with Israelis

So solid how we be symbolic

To a handful of niggaz that be all schemin' on the same wallet

Them type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'

S**t happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin'

You should follow how the style switch up

Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they arch-hop

You big p**y n**a actin' all hard

Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God

It's like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century

I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy

Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect

Like how a Felipe (???) portrait is so hard to get

We got the obscure s**t for the street

Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

We got the obscure s**t for the street

Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough n**a)

Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)

B**h shake yo' hips and bounce real slow

Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that

All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)

Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA

(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin' air, c'mon!)

All my b**h's, if you're with me (yeah all my b**s where you at now)

Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA

Holla at me now, c'mon!

Yeah... Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown stew chicken

Dr. Dre niggaz, yea

Yeah, I understand that you're not happy

But that's your wife

And I'm your mistress

So you gotta go back home

But before you do

Let me swallow you

Let me lick you in all the right places

I want you to come all over me

And when you do I bath you

And then we'll get out of the tub

And I'll f**k you

And I'll lick your ass

And I'll braid your hair

And you can f**k me any way you please

We can do almost anything

But once we finish

And you're happy here

You have to go back home to your wife

But don't you ever forget

That I'm your wife in law

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