Busta Rhymes

[fox69]

"My Type Of Party"
(performed with Dom Kennedy, Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)

"My Type Of Party"
(performed with Dom Kennedy, Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)



[Intro:]
'Glomerate, nigga
Yo Flizzy, you know we one and the same
This our type of party, nigga
You know what I'm sayin', like...
J-Doe!
These bitches actin' out, we love it though
Bussa Buss, nigga
Yeah
Spill it
Check it
It's my type of party
Scratch it up
Quiet Storm, me and T, nigga

[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
It's Strong Island, I'm Neo
Run the jungle with Leos
Blunted but I keep C notes
Kill niggas in trios
Smoke weed with my PO
Pop mollys with Geo
Fuck bitches with Tyga
And I get money stacks with Cee Lo
Birdman is my homie
Busta Rhymes is my brodie
I don't trust these bitches
Carryin' monsters like they Cody
Say I'm trill if they know me
Sue woo to my homies
Saint Ives bottle in my hand
But I'm in the club carrying that 40
Came with bitches that's bocky
Know they bad, so they cocky
Struttin' hard through that lobby
Headed outside to ride my Bugatti
They got drunk in this party
Now these bitches all horny
And I was foamin like Roddie
So I pulled it out and let the bitch blow me
Get my jewelry from Jacob
I don't shop at Benny's
Chain yellow and red
Shit looks like at Wendy's
Money stacks, I got plenty
Look at my feet, my shoes, they say Fendi
In a trap spot I'm vamping like Jerry
Cooking that work up like it's Denny's

[Hook:]
Your girl got a cute face
Her friend got a nice body
And they just wanna have fun
This my type of party
Twenty bitches in the lobby
There's plenty bitches in my lobby
And they all drinkin', they smokin'
This my type of party

[Verse 2:]
Bitch we bubble like soda
Sellin' these verses like coca
Bitch respect my persona
Or I'll leave your ass up in a coma
What's poppin'? Slam, okra
Twistin' it good like yoga
Kiss your bitch then I stroke her
They complain 'cause I got too much exposure
All of my meals I eat kosher
Blackout, break a nigga shoulder
Put the ratchet back up in the holster
Sick with it like I was pneumonia
I like your chain but it's a loaner
Can't talk to me, nigga hold up
Short breath nigga, I'm a grownup
See the space shuttle when a nigga roll up
Shift the clusters when I touch that gas
It's must a nigga bust that ass
In disgust the way you lust that trash
While we in the club and now we got it on smash
Smashin' every arena
International Visa
When I'm done a nigga need FEMA
Can't breathe, got emphysema
White lines on a black table, zebra
Sniff coke, become another creature
Tiptoeing on top of the speaker
Bitch, strip club dance like a ballerina
See me move with my army
Fuck you niggas, I'm sorry
With my caviar and my coffee
Bitch this my type of party

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J-Doe]
Bad hoe in my place
Stacked with a nice body
She just talkin' 'bout fuckin'
That's my type of party
Twenty hoes tryin' to call me
It's plenty hoes tryin' to call me
And niggas tryin' to be next
That's my type of party, okay
Ridin' round in my space ship
Fresh off of vacation
My bitch look amazing
Your bitches look basic
Hear your shit and change stations
My style is looking like greatness
Your swag need some donations (hold up)
Shout out to my boy Dom
LA niggas, we on
Tyga, Problem & Kendrick
Game & YG let's get it
I'm killin' the verse with no problem
Don't rehearse and don't write 'em
I just mob in that booth
Whatever I do sound awesome

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"N.T."
(performed with Q-Tip)

"N.T."
(performed with Q-Tip)



[Q-Tip:]
For real though who really got sick flow?
On the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
Bird chest niggas with ya winderous fearaf
Fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack
Puny little punks better hit the gym
But that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within
You cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
And you asses can't dim my beam
My shine what the fuck is on your mind?
Little weakling rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only did I penetrate it I ran through it
My music comes on and we mosh at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Musical intentions that we have is vast
You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gelatin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your cell to friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal I'm in "complete me" zone
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Reachin for my joint? What the fuck, I'mma clap mine
Singin songs a sixpence with sit tensed
Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense
Heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
You didn't even really play tell me why did you start
Spittin' sharp blades laced with bleach
You wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach
A stroll in the park or your fuckin playground
Put on your headphones and tell me how grenades sound
Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down

[Hook - Busta Rhymes (Q-Tip):]
All my bitches, dance if you know that you damn sure
Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna
(Get down)
Fuck that niggas will bust gats
Better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna
(Get down)
Flip this piano sick shit
(Get down)
Chill you can get off my dick and
(Get down)
While I'm on the hook get on your good foot
And blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we
(Get down)

[Q-Tip:]
Comin with the brand new quickly we pan to
The young black man with intentions to ban you
Seems that people need an aid today
So many fade away, so many fiend to stay
I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things
While the fraudulent acts rap just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on and left alone to have their own fun
Now they're all grown up to be assholes
I'm giving you the rope will you tie some lassos?
You swing dangling from peach trees
While I sip my Daiquiris in the south west breeze
Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out jings that's converted to hymns and them
People be hummin em from now to their next of kin
My family is starving? You know they want me to win
We forfeit nigga please get off it
Send the check in my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it
Abstract comin through witness the bomb shit

 

[fox69]

"No Flex Zone (Remix)"
(feat. J-Doe & O.T. Genasis)

"No Flex Zone (Remix)"
(feat. J-Doe & O.T. Genasis)



[Hook - Swae Lee:]
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better

[Verse 1 - J Doe:]
I ride back on it, it's yo boy Yung Freshie
Wabbin' at the door, no guess me
These hoes lookin' at me desperate
Hate niggas betta find an exit
Pockets full of dollars on my check list
Wobble like a muthafuckin' fresh prince
Broke niggas ain't want respect then
And these hoes only get rejection
I got yo bitch last night
And tomorrow I'm ready for the next one
I'm next, yo dawg, yo bitch, she off it
She see me, she fall, these hoes ain't loyal
When a rich nigga want her
And a rich nigga need
That only leave one spot for 'er
That broke nigga to beat, hold up!

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - OT Genasis:]
These niggas be talkin' that shit
Like I won't pull a pistol out and make them 'yeee'
Initially mane, cause I'm in the game
So niggas is like 'who is he?!'
Finnessin' and juggin', you're damn right I'm cookin'
Death to the suckheads, the federal lookin'
Roll with the burner, cause we don't play fair
Two on yo head like we countin' yo hair
Bitch, I am tellin' you niggas
Yes, I am your father, you trip, I'mma pop (praaa)
I'm holdin' my bandz with diamonds that's blue
As the white, now you think I'mma cop
Damn right I'mma cop, I'mma cop me a benz
Cop me a who?! Cause I don't do friends
She don't do right, then I'm fuckin' her friend
That's what happen when it ain't one hunit with G
No flex zone, cause I'm all about mill
You can't go Hollywood in Beverly Hills

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
She did a flex so hard until a bitch gil'
Everything about me is a big deal
Lay yo ass down and flex that pussy
On a dick shatter, tell me how the dick feel
When I'm in the building, shit done get real
Do you think I need to tell ya click chill?!
You and yo whole team, ain't like niggas who got and get served?!
On the strip, cause you niggas pop pills
You got milk? Well, I got mills
You niggas got a deal? Well, I got deals
Cut the mansion, put it on top of the mountain
Bought another one up in the hills
No flex zone, two techs, chrome
Quadruplex homes, you vexed? So...
Who's next? Those
Who think that you the best? No
Suplex hoes, tryna flex in a no flex zone
With the dick

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"No Worries"
(performed with Reek Da Villian, Lil Wayne & Detail)

"No Worries"
(performed with Reek Da Villian, Lil Wayne & Detail)



[Hook:]
Look me in my face
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
See them shroomies keep me up
So I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries
You see money, right there
That's Tunechi, right there
Yeah that's Mack Maine, right there
And we ain't got no worries
You see pussy, right there
Red bone mangoes right there
See them shroomies, right there
We ain't got no worries

[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]
See that pistol off of my waist
So I ain't got no worries
Got them snowflakes in my chain so them diamonds glowin' in flurries
Got your chicken all in my face, tryin' to feed me all of that curry
And I was 'bout to eat the shit up, but that kitty cat was too furry
And I'm like "baby girl you crazy - baby girl you crazy"
I'm not lazy I got Bronco up in that pussy, Willis McGahee
You should pay me just to fuck you
Few stacks, just pluck you
I got golden arms, platinum fingers
It's a privilege for me to just touch you bitch
Yeah... got your buddy all in my whip
Got 'bout 20 strong in my clip
And my money long as my dick
I watch birds fly on my strip
I watch herbs die my strip
I watch slugs fly on my grip
Anytime them fucks high on my chips
See that Villain, so trill
That Villain boy so trill
I'm top shelf in that supermarket and all you niggas no frills
That black card in my pocket, I ain't spendin' no bills
Drop that molly in the champagne
Why? 'Cause I ain't takin' no pills

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
It's Busta Buss in the place
And I ain't got no worries
'Cause I'm bustin' all in her face
'Til her vision start to get blurry
Yeah, see me 'bout to get straight to it
And we getting to this shit early
Oh man, oh Lord, of his mercy
See the way we got 'em all thirsty
Bitch come and ride with me on this journey
Come and straddle on my beef jerky
I'm a make her sweat, the more we get dirty
Bitch had a perm but now her shit curly
It's Young Money right here
It's The Conglomerate right here
See all this bread that I'm a peel off
When I get to buyin' everything up in here
Shit getting' hot and gettin' all humid
Poppin' that molly, actin' all stupid
When they ask who the nicest in the circle
Don't be mad 'cause your name ain't included
If you need water flow be like fluids
See the way we comin' in suited and booted
When I finish with 'em I leave 'em all wounded
Bitch you ain't knowin' my Level Five mutant
See how this shit is really going
Acting like they ain't knowing
Got a nigga really digging in they pocket
And every time I ask they open and closin'
Look I hope you know what the fuck, what this shit is
When I dig in your stomach and you curse me
Go ahead and angle the pussy a whole other way
I ain't got no worries, biatch!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"One Two Shit"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"One Two Shit"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Intro: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Busta Rhymes]

One two, one two
One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [3X]
Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down
Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
It go
One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]

And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the same
And when it comes to rippin mics aiyyo it ain't no games
One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]

Aiyyo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery time
Oh yes, I'm comin wicked with the new design
I'm sayin
One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]

[Verse One: Q-Tip]

MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
The time is eternal when you play with the miser
Soul is in my body, and the health make me wiser
The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come, with better, compositions
I write, and recite, to make, good position
In this, rap game here, we en-gineer
Stabbin up the jam yeah son shit's clear
And I be kickin rhymes in my own damn way
Beatin niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray
Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool
My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool
Peace to C-Seventy-Three, and C-Seventy-Fo'
Do a little somethin when I'm out on tour
Comin thru like narcotics for the antibiotics
Flappin shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets
What you really need to do is just boogie your ass
It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last
Let the good times roll, cuz we in control
Take you out on your high less you payin a toll
Let the good times roll, let the good times toll
Take you out on your high less you payin a toll

[Verse Two: Phife Dawg]

Question
Why is that, MC's be wack
And major labels wanna sound like crap
Aiyyo Funk Dat!
Word to life I'm comin rugged
Cuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love
If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it
Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks Renuse it
Put down the mic kid, cuz you gets no dap
How long did it take for you to see you can't rap
The name is Phife Dawg, and I got nuff style
It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild
So bust what I'm swingin what I'm swingin when I swing
I rap when I rap cuz I never wanna sing
Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle
I bust his ass in Cleveland now he's Sleepless in Seattle
Rude bwoy official comin with the ill grammar
Comin back on kids, like Joey Montana
We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty
Mad play, on WKRP in Cincinatti
So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
Cuz all deez bitin MC's, lawd dem somethin else
See I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt
Money on my mind so never mind a trick
New York is the town and the team is the Knicks
World's greatest five footer rippin parties apart
Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark
Never had to rhyme about feelin what with lead
NEVER MIND DAT MON HERE COME DE DREAD

[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]

We comin farrrr farrrr farrrr
Busta Rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farr
ya know ya hear me Star!
Bet your bottom dollah
Right after this jam about one million one two niggaz go follow
Whether it be to-day or to-morrow
Niggaz be collaboratin sickening
you beat them like they father
Ohhhhh shit check out what I saying
Ah-hah ah-hah ohhhhh ah-hah ah-hah
You know my niggaz don't be playing
Once upon a mah-hah-hacking time
I received the opportuni-ties to represent my first rhymes
To define, lyrical sensations
Black masons blowin up the spot
Just to represent the Nations
Three dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama-so-mama-saa-mamma-ma-ko-sah
Go back to the country to go check my grandmama
Eeeyah!! Bring it to the table at the meetings
Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatings
As I carry on with my proceedings
Greetings!! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings
But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place
I hope you find civilized every soul and every race
Sit dog sit!
Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit!

 

[fox69]

"Otis (Remix)"
(feat. DMX)

"Otis (Remix)"
(feat. DMX)



The Dog is back baby,
Buss (go hard or go home)
Buss (Dog, wattup?)
Buss these niggas in they fucking head!

I’m right here dog, fo’real
You know how we do
It is not a fucking game!

Any you niggas got a doctor in the house

[DMX]
I’m taking the mic, fuck who’s next
Two niggas reppin’ the R, X and X
My niggas ain't on no rap shit, my nigga clap shit that quick?
Yeah, we on that shit

[Busta Rhymes]
‘Bout to roundhouse kick you muthafucking niggas face off
My voice so big you can turn the fucking bass off
Wanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place off
I’m bussin’ DMX up in this bitch, you better take off

[DMX]
Went away for a while, jail, prison
Gettin’ down for real, fuck it, livin’!
Don’t worry ’bout what condition I’m in
Cats cant survive half the places I’ve been

[Busta Rhymes]
And while a lot of muthafuckers sit and watch the throne killa
We in the booth blackin’ dog, welcome home nigga
We spazzin’ in this bitch, while we keeping the crowd hyped
Remind em like what this shits supposed to sound like
Dawg, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up
Convoy of whips with ’bout 30 bitches in the trunk
Come on,

[DMX]
They sayin’ locked down is easy
But a nigga like me is greasy
Population or PC?, Check my 5 nigga?, see when I’m on
Feedin’ niggas with that thang then I’m gone

[Busta Rhymes]
Most you niggas talk too much, puttin’ police on ‘em
Bunch of blabber mouth ass niggas: Jackie Gleason
I dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats on
You niggas off, steady watchin’ me putting the streets on

[DMX]
You need to think cause I got on and changed, something changed?
Bitch, I am the streets, whats my name?
I’ve been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers be
Had the [?] under me, can’t a muthafucka breath

[Busta Rhymes]
I know you baggage claim rapper niggas, just carry my luggage
And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish
Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw they ass in the rubbish
I don’t give fuck what they think, you niggas know that I run this
You niggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it
How I fuck ya money up and be the foulest nigga

[DMX]
Fall back cause all that noise you making
Only let me know you boys is faking
Let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking
Before I leave you dead and stinking
Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names
Jump through with the guns out, (BLLAAP) spraying lames
I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
(ch’t-ch’t boom, ch’t-ch’t boom)
I shoot loud

[Busta Rhymes]
Ya’ll niggas know my M.O, I kill ya little boy
Heatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroy
You ain't ready for the stand off
And while a dog shooting, I’m chopping a nigga hand off
Funny little nigga, see the way I treat ‘em
Talk shit when I fuck niggas, than I beat ‘em
And if you run around, I whoop ya ass, cuckoo
Don't-talk-back when ya fathers talking to you
These corny niggas is waving surrender flag banners
Taking no prisoners, pussy, I’m teaching ya ass manners
Fuck y’all up up bad, bitch, more bangers
And air ‘em out to dry like we left ‘em on clothes hangers
I’m sickly as hell, eat ya body up: cancer
Who the nicest in the spot, ya’ll already knowing the answer
Then I listen to niggas talk and they fill me up with laughter
These niggas say they thug but be looking more like a dancer
There's something that you niggas need to know, its so important
that I ain't the one to fuck with homie, I’m tired of talkin’!

 

[fox69]

"Outro - The Final Time The Abstract & The Dragon Speak"

"Outro - The Final Time The Abstract & The Dragon Speak"


[Busta Rhymes:]
Kamal, you back from vacation now
How was your trip?

[Q-Tip (Busta Rhymes):]
Yo man, I'm ready!
(You ready, beloved?)
Yeah man! I hope you ain't do that joint
I know you said you was gonna do it
And you had named it...
But I'm ready man. Let's go!
(You ready to...)
Yo, I got the beats
I..., I mean I be..., I came back yesterday
(You ready to do the Abstract and the Dragon tape now?)
Yo, nigga I came..., yo, I came back and did like twenty b...
(You ready to do that shit now?)
Yeah, let's go!
You did it..., don't tell me you did it already

[Busta Rhymes:]
I just did the "Return of the Dragon" tape
In it's entirety
And named it the Abstract went on fuckin' vacation
Cause you bounced my nigga
You tellin' me all this Saint Mart's shit, and all that shit
You know I mean, and I went and did what you told me to do
You told me to do a Dragon tape
I do this shit
You come back from vacation now
And you tellin' me you ready to do Abstract and the Dragon tape

[Q-Tip:]
I mean, tha... that's what it is lord
I mean, I just came back, my nigga, rejuvenated man
I'm ready to get it B
I came back home, man, last night
And, you know what I'm sayin'
I pushed into Tita, you know what I'm sayin'
I came right back got on them beats
Man, I did like 20 joints man

[Busta Rhymes:]
Alright, fuck it then
We gon' start the Abstract and the Dragon right now
(Oh we gon start it!?)
We gon' start this bitch right now

[Q-Tip (Busta Rhymes):]
Aight, so, one thing to you...
This is what I'll say
(Yeah)
When we come with this next shit...
The Abstract and the Dragon...
(Yeah)
We are going to crack the concrete open
So, I'm lettin' all y'all know
We gave y'all a... basically... You nomsayin'?
A, a look back through the anals of time...
(Absolutely)
To see all the shit that we did
Now we 'bout to come... we gon' do...
We gon' do, like, 15 one minute and a half minute joints
(You heard that shit, people? One and a half minutes... That's it)
Each joint... Fifteen joints
(Yeah, I'm wit' you on that. Let's do it...)
Yeah? (Can we?)
Aight...
(Let's smack the donkey shit out these muhfuckers, man)
...And remember all y'all out there
Until next time it's the Abstract and the Dragon
And as we always like to sign off...
(Yeah?)
RRRAAWWR!!!
(I love you nigga)
I love you, too my nigga
(Salute brother)
Salute, bonk

 

[fox69]

"Pardon My Ways Ele 2 Exclusive"

"Pardon My Ways Ele 2 Exclusive"


This the kind of...
This the kind of slappers that I used to dream about...
Peter Tosh.. Peter Tosh.. Peter TOSH..

Nigga we back I be that bumba blood clot
Mozart now watch how we fart
Poisonous darts see when I start
I make 'em lick wood
Lock every hood, it's understood
Make 'em calm down, fuck up the place
Black telling god, they wish that they could
Do what I do, them niggas wack
Donkey shit rap
See when I come through, it's a wrap

Pull-up pull-up pull-up pull-up!

 

[fox69]

"Partition Remix"
(feat. Beyoncé & Busta Rhymes)

"Partition Remix"
(feat. Beyoncé & Busta Rhymes)



[Busta Rhymes:]
Let me give you the 2014 talk
My girl like Beyoncé, me too
This what me and her be doing in the back of the Maybach when we're listening to Beyoncé
Listen

[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Blind your rearview mirrors with the end of my sleeves
The shit that's on my wrist, you probably wouldn't believe
Every symbol of success levels you couldn't achieve
Driver, roll up the partition, please
I'm alarmed at how she's looking, and she's starting to breathe
Move my arm and grab my john and now she's starting to squeeze
She dropped it with me, fulfilling my need
She swallowed my seeds, she's ready to go
Partition is up, the curtains is closed
Mommy nice with it like she play for the pros
She gag from her throat, while she breathe through her nose
She starting to choke, she curling her toes
Look how she trying to take it all down, come out your clothes
I waited for a second and I thought for a minute
Ain't no loving good enough to give her while I'm up in it

[Hook - Beyoncé:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please

[Verse 2 - Azealia Banks:]
Stress never, the sex better, the sex wetter
Check cheddarer, etcetera etceta
Bet bet you could get severed and left deaded
Slept slept and I crypt crept in the s-seven
These niggas be puffing, they piff in the public
They digging, they lusting, the feminine strutting she hitting that button
I dip in the function
I’m prissy, I’m pumping
The tit & the rump
And I’m flipping 'em, dumping 'em
Tricking em trumping em
But if these niggas wanna spend they cheese
Tell em hit up little miss AZ
Very heavy-headed, dick take heed
I'm-a flip out if a bitch play me!

[Hook - Beyoncé:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please

[?]

 

[fox69]

"Pass The Courvoisier Part 2 (Remix)"
(feat. P. Diddy, Pharell (The Neptunes))

"Pass The Courvoisier Part 2 (Remix)"
(feat. P. Diddy, Pharell (The Neptunes))



[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Busta Rhymes]
Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh)
Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On)
Street niggas is ringin them shots out

[P. Diddy]
Short circuits blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out

[Busta Rhymes]
Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh)
Wylin till all of my crew knocked out (Come On)

[P. Did] Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!)
[Rhymes] Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!)

[P. Diddy]
Baby, we'll leave your crotch out
And peep the way we be blowin them spots out

[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, look how we got 'em ready to act out
Girl, I'm ready to give it twistin your back out (Let's go)

[P. Did] Drink yack till a nigga fallin out
[Rhymes] Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[P. Did] Girl you need to shake it off
[Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha
[P. Did] Shave it off
[Rhymes] Come on, jump smack your ass and break it off
[P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all?
[Rhymes] You need to take it off
[P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now

[Busta Rhymes]
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On)
Food spillin all out of the bowl now (Huh)
Money thick and heart of the fold now (Come On)

[P. Did] Ladies tell me if your feelin {alright}
[Rhymes] And are ya sure that your up for doin it {all night}
[P. Did] I Like this

[Busta Rhymes]
Listen, before you ass bent, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet (Come On)

[P. Diddy]
Niggas all around and it's to rightfully shut down the block

[Busta Rhymes]
Chain the club ain't even packed yet (Come On)
Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out
Till the club is closed down, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Rhymes] To rob a bank my nigga cash rule
[P. Did] Bust it, let's get this money and act like a damn fool
[Rhymes] Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool (Huh)
[P. Did] Bone bitches and me and they man's cool

[Busta Rhymes]
Should be sayin, is what you thinked up? nigga
With me and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On)

[P. Diddy]
Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!)

[Busta Rhymes]
Me and my nigga is fittin to bless y'all (Come On)
Don't talk about it, be about it
(SHUT UP!!!) Live niggas come to be around it
(WADDUP, COME ON!!) Rep to the fullest now (Huh)
These niggas ain't knowin how we gone put it down (Come On)
Cocked aim to shoot

[P. Did] To spray it down
[Rhymes] Steam rollin you niggas
[P. Did] And lay it down
[Rhymes] Niggas frontin with they thug image
[P. Did] And we pay them no mind
[Rhymes] I don't drink until the bottle finish, talk to me

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!

[Bridge]
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna

[Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)]
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!