guess like the jeans...Uhh, Flava like praleens, Sick daddy iaaamean?, Papa love it when he does it, Niggas buzz it, But tell me was it really just the
bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!) DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!) It's gettin hot
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
{Busta Rhymes} Let's get it goin Yeah... yeah I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas I'm baaack... yeah I just want every one of you mothafuckas
, come on Chorus {Interlude: Busta Rhymes} One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all y'all Busta Rhymes
let it happen them guns gon' start clappin And y'all gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe [Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother [Busta] Suicide, bounce, brother [Busta] Suicide, bounce
kid Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it Vivid imagination paper chasin Dufflebag swollen, we holdin Drink chocolate milk before we roll in It's like that ya
to the breathless You can take it to the street but it's like playing in asbestos Test us, like you holier than thou, lose control of ya bounce Pack up
We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce Word~ up Raze it up We doin it with a cutie c'mon bounce bounce bounce C'mon word up raze it up [DJ
it...and I'm so homophobic I wont even throw clothes in the Closet Fuck it...I've lost it... I'm holocausted...see my face it's written all acrossed it
, you get what ya lookin for Terrorize ya enterprise And we dont shoot until we see the whites in ya eyes Non-stop, real rhyme rockin disk jockeys out
bop KILLA! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!) Don't touch me nigga! (You might burn yourself!) It's gettin hot