King Tee - Bust Dat Ass Lyrics
King tee:Im the man thatll bust dat ass, Im the man thatll bust dat assJ-ro:Naw, Im the man thatll bust dat ass, Im the man thatll bust dat ass(say what? !)E-swift:Naw nigga, Im the man thatll bust dat ass, Im the man thatll bust datAssHook:Im the man thatll bust dat ass, Im that man thatll bust dat assKing tee talking:Yo check this out. this is tha alkaholik crew. e-swift didnt they say itCouldnt be done? they said king tee couldnt bring out the alkaholik crew(but we doin it). yo, its the fresh shit. the dope shit for 1993. thaAlkaholik crew. Im gonna bust out like this, here we go, come on.King tee:Now bust it, Im a try to freak it with the drumsAlkaholik funk, bass for the trunkAnd Im kinda crazy, stupid and hey I can do the nasty and drink like aSailorIm real smooth, free from germsEven walk away when my homie smokin shermCause this is how I kick it, hoes got to lick itIts tha alkaholiks and j-ro is wickedE-swifts mad, cause he got it badKing tees phat and I sport a blue ragFor the little whips and the honey dipsIts gang truece so I put away the clipsBaby baby baby I might flipGot to get it on, let my backbone slipIf I fall back then give me some gasIf you try to play me Ill bust dat assHook (x4)J-ro:Put the mic down clown, you cant get downJump around stage like your name was charlie brownWhen the kid is played out your rap record is finishedDeminish, you couldnt come strong if you ate a gang of spinishPopeye, you could never drop by, you can never stop byCause you can never top iI got to hold back now Im out before your turfBecause I want it all like the nigger greedy smurfIts time to scoop the wack up, e-swift bring the track up (alright)Punk you better pack up, cause the unit got my back upYoure a mic stand, got a steady womanBut I been in more sheets than the klu klux klanIm the j to the ro, and I want to make it clearThat youre rappin like a queer so why dont you get on out of hereWith the alley cat coat wearin hush puppy shoes? seen you with (punk you aint shit!)King tee and the liks blowin up like gasI bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme overI bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme overI bend your rhyme over, then I bust dat assHook (x4)Talking:Tha alkaholiks, tha alkaholiks, Im drunk, Im drunk, tha alkaholiks.Straight for 93. rippin shit up. tha alkaholik , now you join e-swiftHookE-swift:I fiend to get busy like a bee, check 1,2,3!E-swift and tha alkaholik crew with king tee (baby)Bangin niggas out the box, drink my scotch on the rocksAnd Im makin more hits than the mother*****in copsIm kickin lines like tyson kickin assNiggas cant laugh, I put your neck in a cast (whoa)Yes, Im the man with the skills to talk shitAnd Im back by the crew that none of yall can get withSo back to the lab to fix your demoOr get played like sega or nintendoSimple as that, give me a beat thats phatAnd watch a nigga jump on a mother*****er like cheese on a ratIts strickly, dirty underground ass funkThats busting out the weak 15s in your trunkSo dont be scared, be prepared when it hitsThe average mother*****er cant hand with the liksHook (x4)
