Buss It Up

Buss it up First thing first Step inna di the club Bush to di bone Versace from Rome From shoes to di dome Givenchi cologne From Germany Cologne Mek gyal inna di zone Won't leave us alone It's... Kano, Kartelli and Corleon Fi di tugs wa nuh crown You got your own crown Fi di girls wah lef home Come a party alone You gots to get down You gots to get roun' Here's... mi phone number, call mi cell phone Jus memba, seh mi nuh answer unknown Distinguish(ed) Girls you got me singing Queen's English Now mi got you mind blown So mi ready when you ready fi score di touchdown Two foot inna di air, nuh time fi touch groun' She a blow like referee soun' Uefa first roun' She a scream out seh she just foun' Buss it up, buss it up, buss it up! Guns in your waist Don't shoot up the place But when you hear this [?], and Buss it up, buss it up, buss it up! New night, same shit I'm mackin' again I got gash all over I'm back in the ends Sell out like an O and dro Yep, that's the new flow It's so amazing How I get radio to place this Let's go [?] Don't mean low, like where my face is Big like bows that's in my laces And, jeez, don't you believe I hope you can just keep up with the rhymes Eh, I'm back You know that I'm back So don't get m-m-m-mad And oh it's a wrap Niggas didn't know I could chat With flows like d-d-d-d-dat Oh, what a little bit of cash can do to the kid One front, one back Two different chicks Yes, I'm new and I'm fresh You're past your sell by date Like the food in your fridge The booth isn't lit I'm just spitting fire You should retire I can get low and hide like Mariah I'm too [?] Buss it up in the air Eh, rude boy stop looking in my face I see you looking in my face and ting, cuh We keep it bopping in the raves and ting, brah Them niggas making all the papes and ting, cause We ain't into none of that wasteman ting