J-Ro - Bust Dat Ass lyrics

King Tee: I'm the man that'll bust dat a**, I'm the man that'll bust dat a** J-Ro: Naw, I'm the man that'll bust dat a**, I'm the man that'll bust dat a** (say what?!) E-Swift: Naw n***a, I'm the man that'll bust dat a**, I'm the man that'll bust dat Ass Hook: I'm the man that'll bust dat a**, I'm that man that'll bust dat a** King Tee talking: Yo check this out. This is Tha Alkaholik crew. E-Swift didn't they say it Couldn't be done? They said King Tee couldn't bring out the Alkaholik crew (but we doin' it). Yo, it's the fresh sh**. The dope sh** for 1993. Tha Alkaholik crew. I'm gonna bust out like this, here we go, come on King Tee: Now bust it, I'm a try to freak it with the drums Alkaholik funk, ba** for the trunk And I'm kinda crazy, stupid and hey I can do the nasty and drink like a sailor I'm real smooth, free from germs Even walk away when my homie smokin' sherm Cause this is how I kick it, hoes got to lick it It's Tha Alkaholiks and J-Ro is wicked E-Swifts mad, cause he Got It Bad King Tees phat and I sport a blue rag For the little whips and the honey dips It's gang truece so I put away the clips Baby baby baby I might flip Got to get it on, let my backbone slip If I fall back then give me some gas If you try to play me I'll bust dat a** Hook (x4) J-Ro: Put the mic down clown, you can't get down Jump around stage like your name was Charlie Brown When the kid is played out your rap record is finished Diminish, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of spinach Popeye, you could never drop by, you can never stop by Cause you can never top I I got to hold back now I'm out before your turf Because I want it all like the n***a Greedy Smurf It's time to scoop the wack up, E-Swift bring the track up (alright) Punk you better pack up, cause the unit got my back up You're a mic stand, got a steady woman But I been in more sheets than the Klu Klux Klan I'm the J to the Ro, and I want to make it clear That you're rappin' like a queer so why don't you get on out of here With the alley cat coat wearin', Hush Puppy shoe-wearin' [???] that seen you with (punk you ain't sh**!) King Tee and the Liks blowin' up like gas I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over I bend your rhyme over, then I bust dat a** Hook (x4) Talking: Tha Alkaholiks, Tha Alkaholiks, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, Tha Alkaholiks Straight for 93. Rippin' sh** up. Tha Alkaholik , now you join E-Swift Hook E-Swift: I fiend to get busy like a bee, check 1,2,3! E-Swift and Tha Alkaholik crew with King Tee Bangin' n***as out the box, drink my scotch on the rocks And I'm makin' more hits than the motherf**in' Black Sox I'm kickin' lines like Tyson kickin' a** n***as can't laugh, I put your neck in a cast Yes, I"m the man with the sk**s to talk sh** And I'm back by the crew that none of y'all can get with So back to the lab to fix your demo Or get played like Sega or Nintendo Simple as that, give me a beat that's phat And watch a n***a jump on a motherf**er like cheese and a rat It's strictly, dirty underground a** funk That's busting out the weak 15's in your trunk So don't be scared, be prepared when it hits The average motherf**er can't hand with the Liks Hook (x4)