Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Make It Clap lyrics"
House Under The Ground lyrics
And I'd have a house under the ground All my friends would all come round Laugh about the ones that got away I wouldn't know the time of year It's easier to tan down here I find it funny, I laugh at people And don't know why I sometimes giggle, if there's an earthquake Where good people die And I'd have a house under the ground All my friends would all come round Laugh about the ones that got away I wouldn't know the time of year It's easier to tan down here I'll make the bi
And I'd have a house under the ground All my friends would all come round Laugh about the ones that got away I wouldn't know the time of year It's easier to tan down here I find it funny, I laugh at people And don't know why I sometimes giggle, if there's an earthquake Where good people die And I'd have a house under the ground All my friends would all come round Laugh about the ones that got away I wouldn't know the time of year It's easier to tan down here I'll make the bi
(feat. Spliff Star)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!!
Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid
Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it
While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is
Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it
Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!)
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies
Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl
Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
And
Try To Remember lyrics
Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and callow fellow, Try to remember and if you remember the follow. Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow. Try to remember when life was so tender that dreams were kept beside your pillow. Try to remember when life was so tender that love was
be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheysTry to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and callow fellow, Try to remember and if you remember the follow. Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow. Try to remember when life was so tender that dreams were kept beside your pillow. Try to remember when life was so tender that love was
We come to control it we come to command it
And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap
[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada
Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla
Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy
Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck
The Battleroar lyrics
Music:Olsson / Lyrics:JarrebringA thousand shining spearsBeatings of the wardrumsOur horde is gatheredReady for the battleOn the other sideNot far awayThe battletroopsOf our enemiesIt is freezing coldThe dawn is nearThe magic red sunIs beginning to riseIt is time for the battleIt is time for the warWe bend our bowsLet's hear the battleroarThe first sign goesThe arrows are on their wayRaising our shieldsIt's raining arrowsOver our headsThe bat
and wrist blingyMusic:Olsson / Lyrics:JarrebringA thousand shining spearsBeatings of the wardrumsOur horde is gatheredReady for the battleOn the other sideNot far awayThe battletroopsOf our enemiesIt is freezing coldThe dawn is nearThe magic red sunIs beginning to riseIt is time for the battleIt is time for the warWe bend our bowsLet's hear the battleroarThe first sign goesThe arrows are on their wayRaising our shieldsIt's raining arrowsOver our headsThe bat
I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap
[Bridge: Busta Rhymes]
I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in
Freestyle lyrics
Intro: See that shit right here Feel that nigga Buckshot Listen this is the realest muthafuckin herb This is called Freestyle For all you niggas that ain't even clear up on this shit Don't know what's goin now Listen close, this is called a freestyle [Buckshot] A lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot [say what?] I hear it everyday on my block I heard you did a album with 2Pac Yeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop And what not, watch the spot get blown Two heads flown, can't stop me now muthafucka I'm in the zone
inmtsideIntro: See that shit right here Feel that nigga Buckshot Listen this is the realest muthafuckin herb This is called Freestyle For all you niggas that ain't even clear up on this shit Don't know what's goin now Listen close, this is called a freestyle [Buckshot] A lot of niggas are jealous of Buckshot [say what?] I hear it everyday on my block I heard you did a album with 2Pac Yeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop And what not, watch the spot get blown Two heads flown, can't stop me now muthafucka I'm in the zone
Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide
Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya....
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
All ready we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women
Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women
Come on
[Spliff Star]
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs
Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap
[Outro]
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap