Текст песни Busta Rhymes - There`s Not A Problem My Squad Can`t Fix
Busta Rhymes - There`s Not A Problem My Squad Can`t Fix слова песни
Come on, yeahVillain, come onAiight, I got this side right hereTake the side right thereGonna do this, Busta bustCome on, aiightCome onVerse 1:Pause, to the wallWith the dirty dog, will rap ya`llIf you aint with the bike, crotchTill I break your jawBeen tryin to knock usTryin to kill or stop usJack or pop usBusta bust, they fakinThe cake is for the takinWhy they run in their face?I`m lettin the plan bakeFormulate, now look at the plotWe got more and more shit that`s hotShow the rock, spot, clock or knockNigga da hole pot, ready or not?We coming, natchin every numberWith your hoe in da Benz o, dumba like amotherfucker(Busta comes in)Verse 2:You can be my ladyYou can even be my lolli pop suckaThe road long coming like the mad truckaLot of jealous niggas lookin funnierthan Chris TuckerGod bless, oh yesI stay fresh, full of finesseMy congress, show progressStylist, hit you with tha shit to digestAnd this rhyme shit we be some of theworld`s finestYour highnessLeaving corny niggas spinelessAttack it with the classic rhyme flowtimeless ( Ha Ha )Chorus:Not a problem my squad can`t fixWe can do it in the mixWhen your niggas talk trashYour forget to bust assCause you know we don`t fuck aroundWhen your niggas talk shitLay ya six feet under groundGround, gro, gro, gro, groWhen your niggas talk shitLay ya six feet under groundGround, gro, gro, gro, groVerse 3:This is how we rideThrow your hands from side to sideIt`s party timeAnd don`t forget to get yoursCause I`m a get mine (Who dat?)The villainTill I`m peelin a millionRidin dirtyAnd bustin like thirty thirtyTill when I get inKnowin that the shit is fuckedI`m still here to winCheddaIf you aint a pilot than I think youbetterHang a littleWhat you got?A sweater manMy nigga my life so cut like KainReal rawYa`ll don`t know shit about JamalOr what I`m in it forCash cards, fly whores and toursFillin my plate with no mess to nolimitsThe mother once in itHas since froze frigidBallers and gimicksDick lickinChasin chickensI match for the cash with the clickinGrippin sho`Then I`m dippinInto whippinHigh trippinVerse 4:Why you niggas hopping and skippingI stick to clippinYo, accelerate on the gasMove fast, blast!Find a nigga foot in your assColorful niggas let`s keep the wholecontrastFlipmode is tha squad a news flash,bustin shit upWhat the fuck? Nigga get upViolate, niggas get their whole shit litupBreak fool, niggas know the rulesRap jewels, champagne bath, no more, wein the poolNigga caught a motherfuckin strain onthe brainRidin on the trainI`m a whip a Benz in tha rainOversize click, on the riseSo realizeWe be dem niggas that eat up all youfunny little small friesThe franchiseFlipmode damagin all you fall guysYo I`m tired of niggas they full of trueliesNo timeWe got the right surpriseNeed a new beginningNeed to get a baptiseYou need to get a baptiseWord is bondChorusJust party to tha shit like this come onJust bounce to tha muthafuckin beat comeonNiggas don`t know my brand new song comeonHear me out ya`ll uhFeel my shitCome on bounce