got bass I flood the hood with the bass I'm bringin' the sprinklers out Even when there's a drought I got bass I got bass I got bass I got bass This
some more what Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up [Busta Rhymes] You got a hotter other than my Copacabana, mama Gotta lotta shit with you when I
the deeds that I did for God Illogical god, I was created and formed Verbal shogun, yes, the cosmic storm Who? Scrolls to lyrics to bust I roll 'em up
I'm trying to make comes out so clear I be bustin' lyrics 'till I leave here I don't claim to be the best; I'm funky, not fresh I just want to get respected
Live Crew Bus - Bust a rhyme Bro - Brother Marquis Bro - Brother Marquis Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] I met this girl named Kisha, the daughter of a preacher I
, running And running, running And- In this context there's no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme you break your necks We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect
Yeah Flipmode Squad Yeah their ain't nothing iller Busta Rhymes got another killer Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo We be getting money at casinos
to take so I Kept my mind fry Slimmed for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with
Busta Rhymes} Keep it movin now No need to try to stop it, we gon' wreck shit anyhow Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow When we bake the cake, I
when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite Verse 3: Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
N9NE] When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned Styles were mixed like the
of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get
rhyme? Ha! That's the funniest line that I heard in a long time The wanna be me's that they I sound off beat I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and
a hill-hill, so when I battle no will So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal How does it feel
