Lyric You Ain t Fuckin Wit Me - Busta Rhymes

Lyric Song You Ain t Fuckin Wit Me: Yea aiyyo Uncle Patturn up the beat just a lil more for me bruh
Yea imitating the beat
This sound like Frankenstein s babyyea

Verse One
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color color
Shit butter hotbut just a little mo gutter gutter
Smash shit regularlyword to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda brudda
Hot butter funk make it rainclose the shutter violate
Catch it from one of my bitchesboxcutter cutter
Ahharticulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ciate
No jive y all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five five
UNGHHH! Fuck itit is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold hands
Foul shitway out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water water
Disorderly conductwill erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna wanna
Aight bitchesnow show yo asses

Chorus
The shit we droppin be sure to get y all movin get the fuck up
We keep it poppinfeel how gangsta the loop is we keep it boppin
we keep it gangsta muh fucka
And it ain t no stoppin the way that we gon do this
Now what you want me to say Say you ain t fuckin with me ahhhhhhh
what the fuckc mon

Verse Two
Huhyou see I got so much new hot shit stored
Got you givin me an awardfloored a couple on the come up
Stretched a fewput em flat on they back
And laid em stiffer than a boardthe way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tagjust to show up the shit
Might be somethin you can t afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherdhow we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggaz know we rock oncock strong
All y all niggaz is straight popcornAHH!
Talk the trashcomin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass ASS
Now ain t no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gasthat s how we put it on smash smash
No lienever deny so hot we cook the shit well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHHsnap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep shit comin
How we maneuver so fly flyso high is where we gon take it
Controllin the landcontrollin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt s strappedaight niggaz! Now throw yo hands up

Chorus

Busta Rhymes
Yeahthis sound like the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin laughing