The Grouch - Busted lyrics

You busted You busted Shame on you (?) RAW! (I had seen you... what you was doin'... you nasty b*tch!) [Luckyiam] Boo I know what you did last summer Hooked up that fool in his dark grey Hummer Y'all was on a Sunset Strip you was just so quick Didn't think nobody knew but I knew it yep You'd be on the under with your dirt extra work with your secret See secretly aligned with the underground's elitest So I held a little survey asked about her foreplay Five out of six homies knew about the whoring We all touring these freaks keep on orbiting Absorbing performing artists in the darkness Alluring and polished play innocent and honest (no) But the (novest?) professional erotic (band-aids?) My band played many a hot night The type where the drawls just fall off the top right Fools go new crews roll Whose next get s** but whose crew told BUSTED... Talkin' about here... I was talkin' to her too... Talkin' about she was... She got on the Hiero bus last time they was out here... [Eligh] Now if I ever had a reason to continue with the smoke The stress relief you best believe of when the topic roll I rock and roll across the plains a tumbling tumbleweed With dirt up in my veins I heard my name And now the game it's in effect I move my piece This b**h here is mine A rare pure design designated for my sign Resignating in your mind But when they moving from behind they take my shine But I strike back like empires with highed standards To root to loot to mate but it's a sin To f** around with ten different dicks in the same family of men Here come the comedy again don't you know? Mouse be talking bout you when you gone Claim your personality just a pawn before the dawn has risen Women come to talk and get the aharrrrrg Chokin' on your spit actually chokin' on my spit I release on an amplified device Now that I've been layed-off I'm on the prowl so watch your a** (*whispered*) Man, same old story... She over there talkin' about she cool with Rhymesayers and Def Jux... She tryin to tell me her cousin is talkin' to Aceyalone... [Aesop] Where y'all folks been gone when the snowblower's been Lost in the wind having customers for friends Spend a lotta time selling While them other n***as dwellin on their rap careers never hittin' He didn't want that he rather be selling the dope sack He'd never had no time to come out to write a rap As long as them fiends kept spendin' 50's 100's More cash give him more a** A little dough maybe and you'll drop the price baby Yes maybe not cause your boy was getting hot They said the police watch him Now the street's talking about The majority of his fans got Aesop Rock in the walkman Living a thug's life With too much love for the white girls Control over his world in the night Trying to find the best price At the expense of the music and they moving in the rap rights Rap tight within the money And temptations fight for his soul in a night flight... And you know that ain't right... yep Didn't know what the f** he was doing (?)... Not makin no new songs... Life's hard tryin to pay rent... CD's wasn't sellin next thing you know you're on the streets... Friends, you know, somebody's got the price Next thing you know you tight, you in, you can't get out...