Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders [Busta Rhymes] Yeah bitch
will be your caller id And dat means I got your number Please don't make me dial it Dat could land your fly ass on da ground Just like a pilot So just
go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in
, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face
Busta Rhymes] This is a national security alert! (Remix! Remix! Remix!) Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (Remix! Remix! Remix!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes] This is a national security alert! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!) Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
{Busta Rhymes} Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis Genesis {Hook} As we welcome you after the future Oh! we come to give you that
somethin must be wrong Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze On Happy Days
, come on Chorus {Interlude: Busta Rhymes} One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all y'all Busta Rhymes
I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed Take your fat finger out your nose You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records
in the back of your mind I know you should be fuckin' with me [Chorus] Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend
s side, that a make your man yield Get your motherfuckin ass out the car, yeah you know the drill And from now on by conscious to who the fuck that you
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
me holla at ya Shorty [Busta Rhymes:] Before I put my cup on yo ass, You lookin I could park my truck on yo ass, Shorty you should go ahead and clap
your memory when you said I want you Now should I keep going or should we call truce? (You think you're cute, right? Hahaha) You bet your sweet ass I
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff And
is in the house you better watch your mouth Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich Coming around your hood bitch [Chorus: T-Pain (Busta Rhymes)] I'
