Betta Stay Up In Your House

Busta Rhymes2004年9月17日

歌詞

Betta Stay Up In Your House - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)

Written by:T. Smith/R. Fisher/J. Graham

Yea I know it's kinda cold outside

 

Bring your nasty a** inside

And you should know better

Play yourself a dark corner motherf**ker yea

Brother you know you're wrong

 

Come on can't stop won't stop rockin' for you n**gas

'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you n**gas

And I got a state gun cockin' for you n**gas

Twenty one legal gun shots

Poppin' for you n**gas

And I blow tones more force than cyclones

Sh*t is on every time I catch a Ron Jones

Thug b**ch rock boots and hoops with rhinestones

Got the key to the city and run the crime zone

Now come on take something shake something break something

Stop close your shop you n**gas ain't sayin' nothin'

N**gas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't

Betta 'fore we pop and really get to sprayin' something

Flood it up

Whip it up

Smoke it up

Blooded up

N**gas straight tryin' to brake I tell' em shut it up

I spit the ill for real ain't nothin' buttered up

Flip mode doin' it everybody love it up

East coast what up west coast what up

Midwest what up dirty south what up

All my chicken heads put it in your mouth what up

It's flip mode better stay up in your house what up

All my thugs what up thug b**ches what up

Street n**gas what up stack riches no doubt

We got the block locked take another route what up

It's flip mode better stay up in your house what up

My n**gas hook

Dirtiest wordiest jersey it's wetter than a mile

I stalk like pedophiles nobody get's saved

When I bless the child

Gettin' eight like snapper you too fessed to vow

Hold up

Run on

Get up

Come on

Ahhooo

And put every single n**ga where I'm from on

B**ches all in the spot go head and get your fun on

N**gas keepin' it movin' go head and get your thug on

What on earth possesed y'all to try a lil' drunk lil' high

Big heads in the sky make n**gas straight cry

Without mo' and dry take it down homeboy got bigger fish to fry

F**k that other n**ga rush that sucker n**ga

N**gas love the way we sound up on another digga

Hot D but I got another younger brother bigger

Digga pass me the henny so I can take another swigger

East coast what up west coast what up

Midwest what up dirty south what up

All my chicken heads put it in your mouth what up

It's flip mode better stay up in your house what up

All my thugs what up thug b**ches what up

Street n**gas what up stack riches no doubt

We got the block locked take another route what up

It's flip mode better stay up in your house what up

Switch it up like Ak Nel

Why you hit a dry spell

Cats like you get no reply on the skytel

Hate y'all raps like eminem hate Britney

Bonafide MC who f**kin' with me

Top n**gas better give props n**ga

'Fore you get dropped f**k around and get your sh*t popped n**ga

Flip flop n**gas you could really get your sh*t mopped

Or left to lay up in a pit stop n**ga

Spillin' it

Feelin' it

Killin' it

Come on

The hardest MC don't want flex no more

Make it hot everytime I rock rest assured

Sh*t'll have that who could rock the raw best award n**ga

Look it up

Cook it up

Shook it up

Book it up

 

When we rock you shouldn't watch promoters nook it up

Raise the level a little you know my n**gas took it up

In and outta big figgas while me and digga cook it up

East coast what up west coast what up

Midwest what up dirty south what up

All my chicken heads put it in your mouth what up

It's flip mode better stay up in your house what up

All my thugs what up thug b**ches what up

Street n**gas what up stack riches no doubt

We got the block locked take another route what up

It's flip mode better stay up in your house what up

My n**gas

 

***歌詞來自第三方***