Hoo!
Yeah it s another one of them marvelous shits
YeahFlipmodehuhBusta Rhymes shityeah
So remarkableyeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to songyeahso remarkable
Hahhehyeahso remarkable

Verse 1
YoyoBusta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcoreriggady rawlay niggas flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo sureTimbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Haholysacredand pure
Flipmodebe on it fo sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the facethrough the peephole in the door
From New Yorkdown to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin aroundhad the bitches beggin fo more
Street niggasyeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galorewhen we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to biteshit I ll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spotmake you wanna take off a door

CHORUS:
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get itYEAH!
My niggasall my niggas
Show Me What You Got for mewhat you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now
We got to get itYEAH! We gotta...
My bitchesall my bitchesc mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for meall my bitches what you got for me

Verse 2
Nowyowe stay packin the toast
Could give a fuckbust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitchesliving in the ivory coast
Let me drug y all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose
Watch a nigga playin me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shitget you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin around and gettin me started
Still whippin in the back of the truck
So whatnot givin a fuck
In the streetslivin it up
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas allshit turnin me off
Tie em upmakin em cough
Gag em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make em know the style for the night
Car lowpile for the night
You know we always give y all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it s too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways

CHORUS

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