Текст песни Drunken Master f Busta Rhymes, Mad Skill - Busta Rhymes Freestyle
Drunken Master f Busta Rhymes, Mad Skill - Busta Rhymes Freestyle слова песни
[Record Scratch][Busta Rhymes]"Yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle `99- Busta Rhymes- I smoke blunts though, but Iget drunk with the Drunkenstyle `99 shit- Flipmode Squad, check it out."Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to flossstraight to The Source- Nigga, ya lost- Who be the boss?Busta Rhymes, nigga, ya soft- Makin` ya cough,turnin` ya ass off- Bounce to my loft, let me show offmore shit niggas can`t fuck wit`- The raw hitSplit your dome quick- Bitches lust my ice braceletQuick, baby, recite it- Ya like it*Fucked* you in the right place with my night stickI be the S-500, V-8, drop suspension,customized twenty inch rim, chip inside the fuel injectionPay attention to this lesson before I mentionExperience the Flipmode lyrical apprehensionI`m in the zone, hang up the cell phoneRock stupid ice- Bitch started romancin` my stonesMore style I`ve ever shown, holdin` my ownDon`t let me catch you alone `fore I hit you wit` the full blown!Bust Rhymes like that, kick you in your backMothafucka, it`s goin` down like thatDrunkenstyle `99 shit(Whistle blowing)Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo, Drunkenstyle `99Ayyo, one million and one timesWe floss, fuck wit` these bitches wit` money on my mindRock coyote furs, displayin` Frank Mueller watchesGet in the waistline, the nozzle way down in my crotchesOpen the jewelery boxes- Select ice wit` such a shineLook at the sky, see little movin` color blotchesSupreme niggas, controllin` the scene niggasYour crew funny-lookin` like Mr- Bean, nigga!Bitch slap a bitch nigga, fall on the groundand you apply- We identified what your little bitch soundEhhh! Ehhh! Niggas is cryin` like a faggot`s ass beatenWe catch pics and wild wit` they money for the weekendRaise the stakes, my nigga, fuck the contemplatin`Who be regulatin` shit, we controllin` the situationTake your paper and bounce, niggas ain`t sayin` nothin`Then I stop, stare in ya face and dare ya to say somethin`Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad,straight smokin` blunts consistantlyDrunkenstyle `99 shit, Flipmode Squad,authentic street corner hip-hop, niggaBut the problem is Extinction Level Event shitBouncin` like satellites in orbitStay seein` all you funny-ass niggas at every-ass angleMothafucka, tryin` to move like you creepin` up on somethin`Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo, Drunkenstyle `99Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- AyyoAyyo, Drunkenstyle `99[Mad Skillz on a telephone]"Yo, this Mad Skillz, you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? When I ain`t endin` outend M.C.`s careers real quick, I`m checkin` out my man Drunken Master,you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? You know how we get downAnd if you don`t know we don`t speak,so watch you favorite beacon freak when my shit hits the streetsI`m unslept on like pissy sheetsI got lines and rhymes that raise minds like Einstein out his sleepFuck a heat- Nigga, I`m MC squaredRhyme style rare and I`ll choke yo` ass like E in HairNot to be compared to you or that nigga over thereI`ma evacuate more rapid then a prison bomb scare- Aiiight?Ya betta open up ya eyes and peep the real before I jump out this joint."