[Hook (shortened)-Busta Rhymes]
All my n***as all my b**hes
Get high, get drunk get wild blunt fool
You know my style, get crunk
b**hes bounce n***as bounce
And let me give you that funk sh** blunt sh**
[Verse 1-Ras Ka**]
I spit that, super ugly, take over ether
Talk from my urethra and piss out the speaker
Beef co*king the heater, meet greet and defeat ya
The glitch in the matrix busting' nuts on (zeta?)
Add insult to injury when I see ya
Like Ike buying his ex-wife Tina
White wife-beaters, (why envida?), Loui Vitton stripes on my Kobe to Adidas
Red wine (?) and break your motherf**ing FEMA
Team-up, the future, Golden State, NWA 2K trait, hold-up wait
We bubble two if we f**ing wit you, blow that eight
Just fifty get with me b**h hit me like bou
Just stick me, slick risky but true
Keep my money on my mind (mind)
My mind on my grind
My grind on my nine I put that on my mama
It gotta, rock in the ring (bigger than what)
Bigger than WWE smackdown
So f** carrot's chain got rabbits
Same bad habbits
Aim to live lavish so back down
[Hook-Busta Rhymes]
All my n***as all my b**hes
Get high, get drunk get wild blunt fool
You know my style, get crunk
b**hes bounce n***as bounce
And let me give you that funk sh** blunt sh**
While a n***a bang outcha trunk
[Bridge 1-Dina Rae]
Street-slang ought to talk a lotta
Tell police sirens and coppers
Club pack cause the beat is hotter
If you go real deep than Imma
[Verse 2-Ras Ka**]
Bid your whole, over style
So what you know about
Pa** the Courvoisier, Busta show me how
Canary-yellow diamond, the Goldyn Chyld
b**h play like a jock strap on hard dicks and hold me down
Pound-for-pound, I spit rounds the sickest (gold pound)
Incase fours for you all (???)
‘Cause when I draw, huh, ain't to paint the town red
I'm too s**y to be dead
‘Bout to sell a couple million units
Host MTV, renegotiate for 1.3
Put the babies through college
Then expose how many of you so-called rappers is garbage
And that's logic, Doc Dre got us
Grow some more than movies about spiders, Jedis, and hobbits
Hip-hop's hottest
Can't front, I'm not as modest
But promise, to spread over these bread like bubonics (holla)
[Hook]
[Bridge 2-Dina Rae]
Nothing but the heat and put it (RK: hop in ya)
Strictly for the street and put it
[Interlude-Ras Ka**]
Out the cut
Doc Dre
Ras Ka**
Bus-A-Buss
(BR: All my b**hes)
Dr. Dre-“Whoopty Whoop, n***a what”
[Verse 3-Ras Ka**]
I walk on mouse traps just for the cheese
Can't f** with a chick 'less you giving her three bees
Back-rubs, blow jobs, and breakfast in bed
But rather Bill Gates and get breaded instead
Fly n***a, (???), dope as me
My sh** don't stank, b**h please, I push popery
You know how it supposed to be, in your city high
Rubbing the thighs and call that Ortiz
[Bridge 1]
[Hook (2X)]