thanksgivin

1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Smino, Busta Rhymes

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Busta Rhymes

Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fashion, and today is best known for his intricate rapping technique, which involves rapping at a fast rate with lots of internal rhyme and half rhyme, and to date has received eleven Grammy nominations for his musical work. About.com included him on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987–2007), while Steve Huey of Allmusic called him one of the best and most prolific rappers of the '90s. In 2012, The Source placed him on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists o… more »


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Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
The cook up look like Thanksgiving
The flour rolled up get fried, count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil on her neck, back, legs thigh, ass, titties

The briefcase stuffed up, skraight bidness 
Today I got pull up to MoTown wit' a new tape 
I'm 'bout to boot up My hometown
Himalous package, pussy got backspaced, I deleted the mattress
Tight like cuddling in a Cullinan
Shawty gave me cunniling', couldn't believe it
Lil' buss down call her my shuttle queen
Told me she do anything and I'ma need it
I had a thought I had a thought another light bulb
The reason it's raw is 'cause I cook it wit my eye closed
The Louis Vuitton, be my pajama, they my night clothes
And me and my brother we stick together like a group home
Brand new Parellis, I ride around lookin' for new hoes
She told me nail it, lucky for her I got the hammer hammer
And when bam her they hear the sound way out in Alabama
Nigga, I'm talented

Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
The cook up look like Thanksgiving
The flour rolled up get fried, count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil on her neck, back, legs thigh, ass, titties

Now I'm taking over everything like that's my calling (that's my calling)
Wake up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornings (Sunday mornings)
Now we swimming in the money like a line of dolphins (line of dolphins)
Prepare for the killing, please line up the coffins
Think we playing motherfucker (huh)
Y'all niggas really think shit funny? (Ah, shit funny?)
Pop you in yo' shit brother (ooh)
Y'all niggas better make room for the money (ah, room for the money, ah)
Y'all already know when I pull up
I'm coming and I'm shaking the building or something
Y'all niggas I'll pull up and y'all really be faking and fronting
Throw a hood up you ain't from and get ya life taken for nothing
That's something you should've thought about like replacing a button
And coming and pressing all you niggas in case you was stunting
And shutting up everything because all my niggas
We loving to f*ck up your food because my niggas is greedy and glutton
Skip to my new while I hop diddy bop 
And I drop on you niggas (drop on you niggas)
F*ck that flow 
I be shitting while I take it to the top on these niggas (to the top on these niggas)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah 
Now you all sound alike little niggas (alike little niggas)
But when I do it, yes, I finesse it a little 
Now I got it on lock little niggas (on lock, nigga)
Bitch, I give you new brand shit (new brand shit)
Tell me what the f*ck you wan' do (what the f*ck you?)
And I'ma give you boom bap shit (boom bap shit)
You ain't know we do this too?
You better get to fucking with the realest side
You against us if you ain't with us, nigga
I suggest you nigga better run and hide
'Cause nothing else matter till we finish, nigga

Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
She love to get drunk, take off her feelings
The cook up look like Thanksgiving
The flour rolled up get fried, count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil on her neck, back, legs thigh, ass, titties

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Written by: Christopher Smith Jr., Michael Edward Neil, Trevor Smith

Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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