You Ain't Fuckin' With Me Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Yea. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh 

Yea. (imitating the beat) 

This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea 

(Verse One) 

Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color) 

Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter) 

Smash shit regularly, word to my mother 

Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda) 

Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate 

Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter) 

Ahh, articulate! Feels so great 

that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate) 

No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive 

Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five) 

UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands 

Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands) 

Foul shit, way out of order 

Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water) 

Disorderly conduct, will erupt 

When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna) 

Aight bitches, now show yo' asses 

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(Chorus) 

The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up) 

We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin) 

(we keep it gangsta muh'fucka) 

And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this 

Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh 

(what the fuck, c'mon) 

(Verse Two) 

Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored 

Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up 

Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back 

And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud 

My price tag, just to show up the shit 

Might be somethin you can't afford 

Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish 

Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song 

Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong 

All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH! 

Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke 

Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS) 

Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast 

Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash) 

No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done 

just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop 

What we drop and how we keep shit comin 

How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it 

Controllin the land, controllin the sea 

Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse 

Make bitches shake they shit to the floor 

And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap 

Make you crash all in your whip when you drive 

I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up. 

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(Chorus) 

(Busta Rhymes) 

Yeah, this sound like. the music to Frankenberry or some shit 

The fuckin. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin (laughing)