Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Holla lyrics"
Never lyrics
One, two, three stop break Count to three and if I don't see You You're fake I heard You care Now don't dare Show Yourself I'll believe Show Yourself I'll still proceed Show Yourself I'll believe No I won't I don't want to see You My eyes see what's true I don't want to feel You But still I do You say You are mine I just want to leave this behind I think You're nothing but an ac
One, two, three stop break Count to three and if I don't see You You're fake I heard You care Now don't dare Show Yourself I'll believe Show Yourself I'll still proceed Show Yourself I'll believe No I won't I don't want to see You My eyes see what's true I don't want to feel You But still I do You say You are mine I just want to leave this behind I think You're nothing but an ac
Yeah, yea
This shit sound like..
one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches
[Verse One]
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate
Wonderful World lyrics
(words & music by Charles Tobias - Al Frisch) The wonderful world of Christmas Is a wonderful world to behold The wonderful world of Christmas Was made for the young and the old Smile and good cheer of each neighbor And children with cheeks all aglow So warm is this Christmassy feeling With the tree tops all locked up with snow Listen to those wondrous bells And you'll hear them say Open up your hearts to all on this
The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it(words & music by Charles Tobias - Al Frisch) The wonderful world of Christmas Is a wonderful world to behold The wonderful world of Christmas Was made for the young and the old Smile and good cheer of each neighbor And children with cheeks all aglow So warm is this Christmassy feeling With the tree tops all locked up with snow Listen to those wondrous bells And you'll hear them say Open up your hearts to all on this
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see
Fake It lyrics
(Pete Townshend/Jon Astley/Billy Nichols/Jon Lind) You can fake it Hold my hand If you take it I will understand I don't care if you fake it I don't give a damn I don't care if you fake it Don't you understand You might laugh at me later But why not smile at me now Don't ever feel like a traitor You're not letting me down Fake it, fake it I can take it Love's just an end, it's the means we feel Fake it, fake it I can
ou (yeah) HOL-LA(Pete Townshend/Jon Astley/Billy Nichols/Jon Lind) You can fake it Hold my hand If you take it I will understand I don't care if you fake it I don't give a damn I don't care if you fake it Don't you understand You might laugh at me later But why not smile at me now Don't ever feel like a traitor You're not letting me down Fake it, fake it I can take it Love's just an end, it's the means we feel Fake it, fake it I can
(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon!)
All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA
[Verse Two]
Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin
Shit happens! Gun clap for you i
Jankha lyrics
Music by Waltari Now, I take a huge breath you're in deep cleanness, so far from the mess The clod touches my skin gives me strength, I'll win life's not so damn thin Go laillaa... Deep inside the fur I could remember... I'm not from this world! Senses not so sharp can't see clearly, hear the dark step towards the stars Go laillaa... In the dark air I fly paintings in the sky no matter how hard I try Silence is our g
a GIFT wrappinMusic by Waltari Now, I take a huge breath you're in deep cleanness, so far from the mess The clod touches my skin gives me strength, I'll win life's not so damn thin Go laillaa... Deep inside the fur I could remember... I'm not from this world! Senses not so sharp can't see clearly, hear the dark step towards the stars Go laillaa... In the dark air I fly paintings in the sky no matter how hard I try Silence is our g
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin all hard
Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God
It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
[Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)]
[Busta Rhymes]
Holla at me now, c'mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea