Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Hot Fudge lyrics

Your rating:

Complicate your vision and make the world look strange
 Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration
 Drip from the top of your lip   losing concentration
 Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation
 Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation
 Fear me  it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation
 Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation
 Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!)
 I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service
 Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust)
 Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous
 You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist
 Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest
 Numerals of funerals every day
 When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!)
 Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within
 Making your head spin

 Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
 Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
 Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
 Hot Fudge...

 Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
 Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww

 Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar
 Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar
 Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria
 Violating the world, annihilate your whole area
 Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine
 23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES!
 Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness
 While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is
 In my past life the world felt my mega blast
 Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass
 Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child


 Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked
 Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools
 In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School
 Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders
 Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards
 Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true
 You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do
 In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory
 Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me
 Yo, I love to dig from deep within
 Making your head spin

 Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
 Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
 Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
 Hot Fudge coming

 Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
 Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww
 Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
 Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww

 Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: Marlon King, Trevor Smith (4), Luther Wilson, Travis Milner

Composer: ?

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group, WEA International Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: The Coming (1996)

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found