SPARK 950 & TIMBO KING

SPARK 950 & TIMBO KING - Bust The Style lyrics

rate me

[Chorus x4]

Bust the style! Bust the style!

[Timbo King]

We, us, us, we

T-I-M-B, O, yeah, where, tear

Tear ya hats on, and I don't care

Back right, blow, right

Gin and tay, gin and tay

May, June, July, August

Watch me hard this, I mean dog this

Track, act like you know the flavor

We got the flavor, go tell ya neighbor

Bang, boom, boom, bang

Check out the man wit the funky slang

Spark cuttin up the records like a dagger

Trips in a stagger, no I'm not a bragger

Boaster, keep a 4/5 in my hoaster

Host this court case, no I'm not a fake

Or a phony, macaroni, Tone Toni Tony

Cheers, tears, four years only

Takes two to mingle, here's a dope single

We got sperm that jingle jingle jingle

Lights, camera, see us on TV

Penny, Horny, Penny, Horny, Penny

Legal, rocks, go ask your pops

Skip to my lue, drink my rum on rocks

Cuz nobody knows the troubles I've been through

Who, who, who, yes it's the man in the middle wit oxy tan

And a little bit of clearer, sail

Jack and Jill went up the hill to buy a pack of franks

Crank up the piece we gotta win this race

These rhyme funkies gotta go to Pennsylvania

Moms always told me not to talk to any strangers

Lone ranger wit saddle, not, come on like Hector Camacho

Peter, Peter Pumpkin eater, playin wit the pro

The rhyme sounds silly, but the record sound dope

[Chorus x4]

[Timbo King]

Mary had a little lamb, Sam cook out green

Jack meet Numble Jack, look slick in his brown jeans

Tito, Jackie, Jermaine to the freebie

Fuck rough riders and his biddy biddy biddy friend

Come again, come again, now select a

Sang a song wit the record

Peanut butter jelly, smelly Jim Kelly

Met Kermit the frog, he was down at the deli

Polly wanna cracker, I meant to say nigga

And then like kids are, put them in a figure

Four, pour me some water cuz I'm thirsty

Marvin Gaye, oh mercy mercy me

He, she, her, him, no it's Timb

Step to the ring before I clear my phligm

Heh-heh-hmm, heh-hmm, yes, yes it's the one

Woody Woodpecker wear moments like a hoodie

I'm a goody goody two shoes, who's shoes, my shoes

Sware to God, on a stack of Bibles

Who stack a car, bass line sounds rubber

I can talk deep like the man Ron Harper

Knick knacks, raw tracks back to slam, whoa

Black Betty, lamb the lamb

So go wipe ya tails, cuz you smell like doodie

Moo-moo-mookie, moo-moo-mookie

Uh, holy whoaly, Dolly Parton, big titties

We make the earrings rock big vidy vidy

Like I said it, Timbuktu I'm tossin ya

Oh, I forgot to add the fabric sofiner

Peter, Peter Pumpkin eater, playin wit the pro

The rhyme sounds silly, but the record sounds dope

[Chorus x4]

Come on, come on, y'all [x4]

[Timbo King]

Think, sight, spray it wit the gamma ray

They went that way, they went that way

Shea Stadium, what should I say to them

Flex, work, Mr. Flex off go play wit them

Top of collar ranger, fixty g's

If this means flip the scene, I'mma flip the scene

Gene Griffin, Griffin wit Richard Gere

Ch-ch-chia, mira mira come here

There for, afterwards like a contract

You can't see this style so get contacts

Barcelon', to wash it on

Bust the style that I drop, cuz it's my supplies

Peter Pumpkin eater, playin wit the pro

The rhyme sounds silly, but the record sounds dope

[Chorus x4]

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