Busta Rhymes - You Ain't f**in' Wit Me lyrics

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) sh** bu*ter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter) Smash sh** regularly, word to my mother Show love for the b**hes and put it down for my brudda (brudda) Hot bu*ter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate Catch it from one of my b**hes, boxcutter (cutter) Ahh, articulate! Feels so great that I can bless my n***az with sh** they appreciate ('ciate) No jive y'all n***az can take a nosedive sh** so live b**hes wanna give me a high five (five) UNGHHH! f** it, it is a must we hold grands Get with the program and f** b**hes who love to hold (hands) Foul sh**, way out of order f** sh** up leave b**hes hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water) Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live sh** come on n***az do what they wanna (wanna) Aight b**hes, now show yo' a**es [Chorus] The sh** we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the f** up) We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin) (we keep it gangsta muh'f**a) And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't f**in with me-ahhhhhhh (what the f**, c'mon) [Verse Two] Huh, you see I got so much new hot sh** 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 n***az applaud My price tag, just to show up the sh** Might be somethin you can't afford Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish Move forward on novice n***az like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now n***az know we rock on, co*k-strong All y'all n***az is straight popcorn, AHH! Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke Pa** shorty with the big horse a** (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 sh** well done just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop What we drop and how we keep sh** 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 n***az collapse Make b**hes shake they sh** 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 n***az! Now throw yo' hands up.. [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some sh** The f**in.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]