Trini - The Buzz lyrics

[Intro:] Ya'll know what it is man, April Showers Mixtape Man we take it to a new level man It's beyond the movie, man we do epics, ya'll know what it is Speakin of epics, I wanna bring my new female emcee She straight out of Trinidad but we're in Brooklyn Check out, she go by the name of Trini man Dangerous [Verse 1:] Yo I like a n***a that lives at the hand of a crazy b**h 'Cause I'm crazy b**h and I'm crazy sick And I swear sometimes I be feelin like me So whatever that be on some Jay-Z sh** Copy with the pon that ego, lil p**y T-Bow And the game better be with me Because my p**y's evil Plus my flow got a fever, if I f** Rick Ross he might have another seizure I'm a gamma rose, watch while I'll give head to Wiz Khalifa I'm no diva but for Franklins I would turn into a freak I'm no Lady Luck, but I eat b**hes alive So fly, pop the sh** in the sky Might tie a n***a down and piss in his eye Far from honey, they call me the queen of the hive I spit it nasty light that b**h that gave that sh** to Easy And I could bring the super freak out of Jeezy And I could add baby to his Weezy He gonna need a pump just to eat me I'll leave Santana harder than the hammer Come on and whipe it up with his bandana Lands ain't safe, I had lung like Drake along Made Gucci Mane tattoo my p**y on his face I stay with that Mary Jane, I be getting more hits than Beats by Dre And I would turn into a bagel like Anita for the cake Got that Waka Flocka flame, they gonna have to let it burn I usher n***as out the game so hate it or love it I'm in the game [Hook:] I'm getting my buzz on We're getting our buzz on Puff puff pa**, puff puff pa** I got twenty on the buzz I got sixty on the buzz I got a young on the buzz Puff puff pa**, puff puff pa** [Verse 2:] Ayo my sh** is heavy and most of y'all emcees light And I say that with no disrespect to MC life It's T R I N, they can't see I If I was 20, still creepin, seen the Tunechi ah I am hot enough to turn Chris Brown I'm like a n***a with a real Big Sean No mercy to the fake, coppin shot Trevon Pour some liquor out, bottom's up, Trey Songz I'm every rapper's delight, Sugar Hill I'm the meek that will inherit the earth and Meek Millz Jet life, Curren$y is my aim Call in vain but I'm a spend it no 2 chains We are young but I'm making no fun If Chris cab it to the crib to bring me Rihanna's gun And I will take the chicken to the slaughter house and let the codeine murder her Just call me Venus or Serena when I'm servin her All hands on deck, you gotta love it I should put a condom on the mic and then f** it Nah f** it, I should go Lady Gaga, meat suit boy, rush all over the track And it's gon be a wrap when I leave this game lookin like Jim Jones in the Suicide Pack [Hook:] I'm getting my buzz on We're getting our buzz on Puff puff pa**, puff puff pa** I got twenty on the buzz I got sixty on the buzz I got a young on the buzz Puff puff pa**, puff puff pa** [Verse 3:] Without the J I'm Cole (d) Matter of fact, Nat King Cole I spit it so slick but you could say I'm slow I'm tryina to it big like I'm holding big soul It's gonna get Mobb Deep on the ready I'm bout to put this game on luck, three Grammy How many lames get k**ed? Many Many money, many many many Many man get k**ed for the money Mama say, mama ma husa like Feni I mean fella If order mac and cheese show the b**h that Trini with French Montana My rhymes is nasty, Nas like calm in a movie d**h, now the preachers done broke up, Wyclef [Hook:] I'm getting my buzz on We're getting our buzz on Puff puff pa**, puff puff pa** I got twenty on the buzz I got sixty on the buzz I got a young on the buzz Puff puff pa**, puff puff pa** [Outro:] Yea that was Trini right there man She bringing some of that 90's vibe back, you know? Late 90's, early 2000's, you know what I mean? Shout out to all them females emcees out there, nothing but respect