Hot Sh** Makin' Ya Bounce

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Just bounce around

All my niggas in the place need to bounce around

Just bounce around, make ya bounce around

All my bitches in the place need to bounce around

Make ya bounce around,

I'll make ya bounce around

Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around

Just bounce around, just bounce around, c'mon

Yeah nigga this shit here be the boss of me

None of you all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy

Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny

Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me

Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery

For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me

Makin' niggas ride my long star singin' the choruses

Open offices they gon' go cop another fortresses

Meet a couple delorises

Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses

Now I be Busta

Ryhmes multimedia

Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia

Keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin' greedier

Keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin' meatier

Worldwide publication bring tribulation

To all whack niggas

I smash your dedication

My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this

Bring all of my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants

Gently we conquer the spot until it's empty

Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty

Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules

Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool

But for now

I drop jewels on the mentally strong

With shit to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin' ya bounce

One two ride around in large amounts

One two high offa half an ounce

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One two we high offa half an ounce

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Caliente, wearing

Ferdio Valente

Shorty whippin' in a

Mitsubishi

ViamonteSmell the roses, overdoses, givin' niggas they diagnosis

I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis

Shit for all of you all niggas to smell up in your noses

Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess

I was dyin' a stroke uh play strip poker

In the limo as

I directed the limo chauffer

Told the nigga to spin over by the

Club CopaWatchin' shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa

She asked the chauffer to stop for a

Frappachino

MochaThen she let me blaze it while

I still had my gun in my holster

Still bonin', word

I love the way shorty moanin'

Zonin', word is born niggas is wide open

Yo, have a little fun all in between time

And now we focus on the money shit all in the meantime

Word to mother,

I work hard to keep microphonin'

And alert niggas to shit like when the devil started clonin'

What nigga?

Yeah, we bowlin' and shit is rollin'

Little shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon

Any human that be assumin'

I check my nigga

Ruben for the ice cuban

Assist him in my

Lincoln Ave boomin'

Whats the issue?

I come to get you

May the force be with you

Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue

I unravel shit faster than sound travel

Battle any amphibian or live mammal

Don't fret from sunrise to sunset

Make a nigga bounce quick and

I ain't even grabbed my gun yet

I ain't done yet before

I go to my permanent home

Make sure you put one of the illest on my tombstone

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin' ya bounce

One two ride around in large amounts

One two high offa half an ounce

One two, one two

One two hot shit makin' ya bounce

One two ride around in large amounts

One two we high offa half an ounce

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