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

Yeah, aiyyo uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh, yeah This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yeah Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in color sh** bu*ter hot, but just a little mo' gutter Smash sh** regularly, word to my mother Show love for the b**hes and put it down for my brudda Hot bu*ter funk make it rain, close the shutter violate Catch it from one of my b**hes, boxcutter Ah, articulate, feels so great That I can bless my n***as with sh** they appreciate No jive y'all n***as can take a nosedive sh** so live b**hes wanna give me a high five, five Uh, 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 Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live sh** come on n***as do what they wanna Aight b**hes, now show yo' a**es 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, ah (What the f**, come on) 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***as 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***as like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song Now n***as know we rock on, co*k-strong All y'all n***as is straight popcorn, ah Talk the trash, comin' forth get past lie duke Pa** shorty with the big horse a** Now ain't no stoppin' how we comin' full blast Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash No lie, never deny so hot we cook the sh** well done Just like a deep fish fry Uh, snap crackle and pop, what we drop and how we keep sh** comin' How we maneuver so fly, so high is where we gon' take it Controllin' the land, controllin' the sea Now we control the whole sky Perhaps make n***as 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***as, now throw yo' hands up 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, come on) 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, ah (What the f**, come on) Yeah, this sound like the music to Frankenberry or some sh** The f**in' Groovy Ghoulies and friends or somethin'