Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes - Oh God songtekst
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(Intro) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Do what it do now Come on, you whack niggas I don't mean to be bold but put that whack you speak on hold (Verse) Make it sound like we be back in 'em projects In 'em pissy yell-elevators, swingin' corners Just sippin' on quarter waters (oh, shi...) While we slickin' on pimps that be whackin' gators While I sizzle like radiators, mugglin' coke across the borders Tho we hovercraftin' across the waters While I be splashin' and bustin' that ass, you know the order My god, it fit like a dish, swag niggarish Big dick harder than a roll of quarters (dayum) Appreciate all my supporters that heat shit like saunas And call a couple heats jokes (call up the reporters) We got the powder for the niggas that's snorters My interstate traffic is still whippin' in Explorers I-95, shit like this was 86, whippin' rentals, transportin' 80 bricks I'm over many, I got plenty, you know it's Hemmi What? You can tell me, I'm always ready to cock the semi (cock the semi) (We havin' fun again) While we put the bulls on You niggas that will abandon chip (I been watchin' you want to run again) Boom ba pushin' in front of the line as we establish shit I know you've been patiently waiting for Extinction Level Event 2 Hold up a minute, you gonna get it boo My niggas on those corners for the last 16 years Waiting for motivation music, you gon' get it too You know how rough it gets When I come thru, big and sloppy like Snufalufagus Model bitch movin' 'em off unless she wanna kiss Which one of these for me... rap niggas I wanna dis' Too many for me to name You would see Church Watches, she doesn't even float the scene When I drop off a goddess, you niggas know my mean Another species of analogy you can neva tame Niggas thinkin' this shits a game Watch out the barbecue sizzle, niggas, when I unleash the flame I don't involve myself, most of you niggas lame You niggas just trash, you? you should be ashamed Yea, I know it's me you blame For a while, out in the way, you niggas black, that's why you niggas came Watchin' my face in a museum, up in a picture frame Give you a type of shit that's too real till you feel the pain (Hook) Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no You think you can confront with my squad, yo? Mean? cause no is to God, yo (I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it) (Trackin' the' bitch, you gon' see him get into it) (Verse: Raekwon) Doin' my hand, either way, a nigga do it till he black in the spot Aye, yo eva seen a nigga slick talkin' to hear a joke? Actin' like a wrestler so you put up between the ropes? Hangin' from the ceilin', arms swingin', watchin' 'em holler Knew it was candy, so you just beat 'I'm like a piñata Niggas hate, when I'm around, they get silent West Coast, where a lot of niggas get violent Tryna rob me? (Shot pah! ) Dead tryin' Cowboy, walk with a knofe, Dez Bryant You can hate, but I'm tryna get that package off ya Don't play me and tell me that the package lost Cause I'm blastin' off, and that thing? I make you lean, smokin' the quiff? Eyes red, took his glasses off This a warning shot, muthafucka, bing bang I don't play no game, not a dream chaser Gun you there and yo whole fam gon' miss ya Then rob ya for yo J's Then they'll miss you (Hook) Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no You think you can confront with my squad, yo? Mean? cause no is to God, yo (I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it) (Trackin' the' bitch, you gon' see him get into it) (Verse: O.T. Genasis) Wake up, man, release that, man Release that on the niggas, man Guagin' his mouth, smile for the camera, Cuban laptop Posin' in black, I get ya bitch fly, Louie astronaut jumper A kilo under, on me, green rafe, I'm rich with tha hunger Fly tap industry, niggas in my hood 'yo majesty' Throw some pies at me then gat me True, whateva's clever, show me yo ring Wish yo RBI's, yo chef keep doin' yo thing Torso, you know the Morse code, take care of ye niggas Sorry gets kill yoself, what? Reveal yourself My ankle bracelet cost more than yo house Dynamic duo, meet ghost when you grouch Get money and fly the world like Pan Air my lamb is here Stripper, fat ass a sandwich You see it, unless you lean on the arm Eat cool, mami, be flex on it, I suggest be calm And sit where I tell ya to sit On top of my dick, go on a love seat, you're meetin' with slick It's the kid with the head sneakers, check out his? Go fight fowl on stages of bleachers (Hook) Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no You think you can confront with my squad, yo? Mean? cause no is to God, yo (I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it) (Trackin' the' bitch, you gon' see him get into it)