Busta Rhymes - Hot Shit Makin' Ya Bounce Lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahJust bounce aroundAll my niggas in the place need to bounce aroundJust bounce aroundMake ya bounce aroundAll my *****es in the place need to bounce aroundMake ya bounce aroundIll make ya bounce aroundShake yo titties and yo ass and bounce aroundJust bounce aroundJust bounce aroundCmonYeah nigga this shit here be the boss of meNone of yall niggas is ready run go see the pharmacyPrepare for the coming of another grand larcenyPardon me, you niggas aint even a little hard to meShit I spitll slice you all up in yo main arteryFor the simple fact we didnt grow together, you aint a part of meMakin niggas ride my long star singin the chorusesOpen orifices they gon go cop another fortressesMeet a couple delorisesTravel when we on the low whippin them ford taurusesAy yo-yo yo-yo yoNow I be busta ryhmes multimediaLatest edition added to the street encyclopedia(meaning) keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin greedier(meaning) keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin meatierWorldwide publication bring tribulationTo all whack niggas I smash yo dedicationMy purpose is to purchase and really hurt thisBring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchantsGently we conquer the spot until its emptyPresent me and my niggas with arsenal aplentyBreak fools, send you to school, follow the rulesViolate my tools, lay you in your own blood poolBut for now I drop jewels on the mentally strongWith shit to say we dont allow niggas to say up in a songAiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounceOne two (two) ride around in large amountsOne two (two) high offa half an ounceOne two (two), one two (two)One two (two), hot shit makin ya bounceOne two (two) ride around in large amountsOne two (two) we high offa half an ounceOne two (two), one two (two)Caliente, wearing ferdio valenteShorty whippin in a mitsubishi viamonteSmell the roses, overdoses, givin niggas they diagnosisI got the answer for niggas who need they prognosisShit for alla yall niggas to smell up in your nosesHocus pocus, introduce me to the hostessI was dyina stroke uh play strip pokerIn the limo as I directed the limo chaufferTold the nigga to spin over by the club copaWatchin shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofaShe asked the chauffer to stop for a frappachino mochaThen she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holsterStill bonin, word I love the way shorty moaninZonin, word is born niggas is wide openYo, have a little fun all in between timeAnd now we focus on the money shit all in the meantimeWord to mother- I work hard to keep microphoninAnd alert niggas to shit like when the devil started cloninWhat nigga? yeah, we bowlin and shit is rollinLittle shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colonAny human that be assumin I check my nigga ruben for the ice cubanAssist him in my lincoln ave. boominWhats the issue? I come to get youMay the force be with youBang your head, rupture your brain tissueI unravel shit faster than sound travelBattle any amphibian or live mammalDont fret from sunrise to sunsetMake a nigga bounce quick and I aint even grabbed my gun yetI aint done yet before I go to my permanent homeMake sure you put one of the illest on my tombstoneAiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounceOne two (two) ride around in large amountsOne two (two) high offa half an ounceOne two (two), one two (two)One two (two) hot shit makin ya bounceOne two (two) ride around in large amountsOne two (two) we high offa half an ounceOne 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)
