Busta Rhymes | Lyrics | Hot Sh** Makin' Ya Bounce

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just bounce around
All my niggas in the place need to bounce around
Just bounce around

Make ya bounce around
All my b****** in the place need to bounce around
Make ya bounce around
I'll make ya bounce around

Shake yo t****** and yo ass and bounce around
Just bounce around
Just bounce around
C'mon

Yeah nigga this s*** here be the boss of me
None of y'all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy
Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny
Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me

S*** I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery
For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me
Makin' niggas ride my long star singin' the choruses
Open offices they gon' go cop another fortresses

Meet a couple Delorises
Travel when we on the low whippin' them Ford Tauruses
Ay yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia

Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia
Meaning, keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin' greedier
Meaning, keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin' meatier
Worldwide publication bring tribulation

To all whack niggas I smash yo' dedication
My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this
Bring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants
Gently we conquer the spot until its empty

Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty
Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules
Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool
But for now I drop jewels on the mentally strong
With s*** to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot s*** makin' ya bounce
One, two, two, ride around in large amounts
One, two, two, high offa half an ounce
One, two, two, one two, two

One, two, two, hot s*** makin' ya bounce
One, two, two, ride around in large amounts
One, two, two, we high offa half an ounce
One, two, two, one two, two

Caliente, wearing Ferdio Valente
Shorty whippin' in a Mitsubishi Viamonte
Smell the roses, overdoses, givin' niggas they diagnosis
I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis

S*** for alla y'all niggas to smell up in your noses
Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess
I was dyin'a stroke uh play strip poker
In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer

Told the nigga to spin over by the Club Copa
Watchin' shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa
She asked the chauffer to stop for a Frappachino Mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster

Still bonin', word I love the way shorty moanin'
Zonin, word is born niggas is wide open
Yo, have a little fun all in between time
And now we focus on the money s*** all in the meantime

Word to mother, I work hard to keep microphonin'
And alert niggas to s*** like when the Devil started clonin'
What nigga? yeah, we bowlin and s*** is rollin'
Little s***** ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon

Any human that be assumin'
I check my nigga ruben for the ice cuban
Assist him in my Lincoln Ave. boomin'
Whats the issue? I come to get you

May the force be with you
Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue
I unravel s*** faster than sound travel
Battle any amphibian or live mammal

Don't fret from sunrise to sunset
Make a nigga bounce quick and I ain't even grabbed my gun yet
I ain't done yet before I go to my permanent home
Make sure you put 'One Of The Illest' on my tombstone

Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot s*** makin' ya bounce
One, two, two, ride around in large amounts
One, two, two, high offa half an ounce
One, two, two, one two, two

One, two, two, hot s*** makin' ya bounce
One, two, two, ride around in large amounts
One, two, two, we high offa half an ounce
One, two, two, one two, two

One, two, two, one, two, two
One, two, two, one, two, two
One, two, two, one, two, two
One two, two