Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Hot Shit Makin' Ya Bounce lyrics

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Just bounce around

All my niggas in the place need to bounce around

Just bounce around

Make ya bounce around

All my bitches in the place need to bounce around

Make ya bounce around

I'll make ya bounce around

Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around

Just bounce around

Just bounce around

C'mon

Yeah nigga this shit here be the boss of me

None of y'all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy

Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny

Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me

Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery

For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me

Makin niggas ride my long star singin the choruses

Open orifices they gon' go cop another fortresses

Meet a couple Delorises

Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses

Ay yo-yo yo-yo YO

Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia

Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia

(Meaning) keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin greedier

(Meaning) keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin meatier

Worldwide publication bring tribulation

To all whack niggas I smash yo' dedication

My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this

Bring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants

Gently we conquer the spot until its empty

Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty

Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules

Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool

But for now I drop jewels on the mentally strong

With shit to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce

One two (two) ride around in large amounts

One two (two) high offa half an ounce

One two (two), one two (two)

One two (two), hot shit makin ya bounce

One two (two) ride around in large amounts

One two (two) we high offa half an ounce

One two (two), one two (two)

Caliente, wearing Ferdio Valente

Shorty whippin in a Mitsubishi Viamonte

Smell the roses, overdoses, givin niggas they diagnosis

I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis

Shit for alla y'all niggas to smell up in your noses

Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess

I was dyin'a stroke uh play strip poker

In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer

Told the nigga to spin over by the club copa

Watchin shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa

She asked the chauffer to stop for a frappachino mocha

Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster

Still bonin, word I love the way shorty moanin

Zonin, word is born niggas is wide open

Yo, have a little fun all in between time

And now we focus on the money shit all in the meantime

Word to mother- I work hard to keep microphonin

And alert niggas to shit like when the devil started clonin

What nigga? yeah, we bowlin and shit is rollin

Little shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon

Any human that be assumin I check my nigga ruben for the ice cuban

Assist him in my Lincoln Ave. boomin

Whats the issue? I come to get you

May the force be with you

Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue

I unravel shit faster than sound travel

Battle any amphibian or live mammal

Don't fret from sunrise to sunset

Make a nigga bounce quick and I ain't even grabbed my gun yet

I ain't done yet before I go to my permanent home

Make sure you put 'One Of The Illest' on my tombstone

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce

One two (two) ride around in large amounts

One two (two) high offa half an ounce

One two (two), one two (two)

One two (two) hot shit makin ya bounce

One two (two) ride around in large amounts

One two (two) we high offa half an ounce

One two (two), one two (two)

One two (two), one two (two)

One two (two), one two (two)

One two (two), one two (two)

One two (two)

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