Fat Jack - Get on the Bus lyrics

All aboard! (Get on the bus) Get on the bus (In the driver we trust) Hold on now (Hope we're going fast enough) You know the Blowed style (Hope we don't pa** you up) [Busdriver] Yeah Welcome aboard now Please be seated To you knit-wit, rudey poops, and n***as who trip quick Unruly brutes You're paying to fix you broken stick shift but you want a new Coupe So broads will let you hit their clit and poop chute And lick your dick like their tooting flutes Next stop! I picked up a rowdy bunch on an emcee bounty hunt They wouldn't speak, they would just loudly grunt I couldn't fit the whole crew in the hallway At Blowed, they s**ed and got booed off stage Last week, a fellow G put their styles in the trash heap And said their tracks wreaked Now these n***as wanted to blast heat Damn! I told Ben we need a trapdoor on the Blowed stage Cause with these careless drivers I'll set a crash course on road rage Next stop! I picked up an R&B chick who said I was a gorgeous Adonis I said she was a moral less songstress Who looked like a tortoise in a prom dress You know you shouldn't record this your song list [Hook] (Get on the bus) Get on the bus (In the driver we trust) Hold on now (Hope we're going fast enough) You know the Blowed style (Hope we don't pa** you up) All aboard! (Get on the bus) Get on the bus (In the driver we trust) You know we got style (We even taught you how) Don't be at the back asleep 'Bout to miss your stop now [Abstract Rude] The rough tough and dangerous, the rollin' trash dump It was an open white canvas for Ab to tag on The yellow L.A. unified and charters for road trips These are the busses and the drivers I've rolled with Work the route then back to the base They pick you up and drop you off from place to place Yup, you came late Catching up is a chase Time is of the essence, we don't want it to waste We know that we gotta make it pop off before they make a mockery of They don't take you there like this obviously does This bus is bound for the underground rhyme battlin' Tell us, is you is or is you ain't traveling? Or up for the challenging of crash collision Crews step up to get banned from television You'll be guided safe by a sober Busdriver No liquor for this particular Afterlifer Smell the smoke and see the fire "Not on this bus!" he yells We roll the windows down so he don't smell the smell Farewell to all of those who got off first It wasn't their pa**ion like it's our thirst Leimert, they chopped the trees and changed the bus stops Now the park got a tattoo tear drop And Dr. Rapp takes the bus to hear hip-hop With 'Stract and Bus while the FatJack beat knocks [Hook] [Busdriver] Get off my bus You'll be served over beats for your methodical flaws Sitting in a G's reserved seat is probable cause For me to crumple your self image followed by applause Disturb the peace, you'll topple and fall in slurred speech This fool said, "Well girls gobble my balls" Well good for you! But still wack rhymers don't get to rap so exit in the back You got too many minor set backs Next stop! I threw him off and picked up a fool pa**ing out flyers wearing a head wrap But he was an undercover agent on special a**ignment To serve me and my incredible rhyme clique Bad move! Ab Rude show these fools how they get served like fast food For trying to ride our patterned rhythms But they never brought a transfer with 'em [Hook]