(feat. Abstract Rude)



All aboard! (Get on the bus)

Get on the bus (In the driver we trust)

Hold on now (Hope we're going fast enough)

You know the Blowed style (Hope we don't pass you up)



[Busdriver]

Yeah

Welcome aboard now

Please be seated

To you knit-wit, rudey poops, and niggas who trip quick

Unruly brutes

You're paying to fix you broken stick shift but you want a new Coupe

So broads will let you hit their clit and poop chute

And lick your dick like their tooting flutes

Next stop!

I picked up a rowdy bunch on an emcee bounty hunt

They wouldn't speak, they would just loudly grunt

I couldn't fit the whole crew in the hallway

At Blowed, they sucked and got booed off stage

Last week, a fellow G put their styles in the trash heap

and said their tracks wreaked

Now these niggas wanted to blast heat

Damn!

I told Ben we need a trapdoor on the Blowed stage

'Cause with these careless drivers I'll set a crash course on road rage

Next stop!

I picked up an R&B chick who said I was a gorgeous Adonis

I said she was a moral less songstress

Who looked like a tortoise in a prom dress

You know you shouldn't record this your song list



[Chorus]

(Get on the bus)

Get on the bus (In the driver we trust)

Hold on now (Hope we're going fast enough)

You know the Blowed style (Hope we don't pass you up)

All aboard! (Get on the bus)

Get on the bus (In the driver we trust)

You know we got style (We even taught you how)

Don't be at the back asleep

'Bout to miss your stop now



[Abstract Rude]

The rough tough and dangerous, the rollin' trash dump

It was an open white canvas for Ab to tag on

The yellow L.A. unified and charters for road trips

These are the busses and the drivers I've rolled with

Work the route then back to the base

They pick you up and drop you off from place to place

Yup, you came late

Catching up is a chase

Time is of the essence, we don't want it to waste

We know that we gotta make it pop off before they make a mockery of

They don't take you there like this obviously does

This bus is bound for the underground rhyme battlin'

Tell us, is you is or is you ain't traveling?

Or up for the challenging of crash collision

Crews step up to get banned from television

You'll be guided safe by a sober Busdriver

No liquor for this particular Afterlifer

Smell the smoke and see the fire

”Not on this bus!” he yells

We roll the windows down so he don't smell the smell

Farewell to all of those who got off first

It wasn't their passion like it's our thirst

Leimert, they chopped the trees and changed the bus stops

Now the park got a tattoo tear drop

And Dr. Rapp takes the bus to hear hip-hop

With 'Stract and Bus while the FatJack beat knocks



[Chorus]



[Busdriver]

Get off my bus

You'll be served over beats for your methodical flaws

Sitting in a G's reserved seat is probable cause

For me to crumple your self image followed by applause

Disturb the peace, you'll topple and fall in slurred speech

This fool said, “Well girls gobble my balls”

Well good for you!

But still wack rhymers don't get to rap so exit in the back

You got too many minor set backs

Next stop!

I threw him off and picked up a fool passing out flyers wearing a head wrap

But he was an undercover agent on special assignment

To serve me and my incredible rhyme clique

Bad move!

Ab Rude show these fools how they get served like fast food

For trying to ride our patterned rhythms

But they never brought a transfer with 'em



[Chorus]