The Whoop

[Hook (shortened)-Busta Rhymes] All my niggas all my bitches Get high, get drunk get wild blunt fool You know my style, get crunk Bitches bounce niggas bounce And let me give you that funk shit blunt shit [Verse 1-Ras Kass] I spit that, super ugly, take over ether Talk from my urethra and piss out the speaker Beef cocking the heater, meet greet and defeat ya The glitch in the matrix busting’ nuts on (zeta?) Add insult to injury when I see ya Like Ike buying his ex-wife Tina White wife-beaters, YNV the Louie Vuitton stripes on my Kobe to Adidas Red wine and Vicodin and break your motherfucking FEMA Team of, the future, Golden State, NWA 2K Trey, hold-up wait We bubble two if we fucking wit you, blow that eight Just fifty get with me bitch hit me like boo Just stick me, slick risky but true Keep my money on my mind (mind) My mind on my grind My grind on my nine I put that on my mama It gotta, Rock in the ring (bigger than what) Bigger than WWE Smackdown So fuck karat’s (carrots) chain got rabbits Same bad habits Aim to live lavish so back down [Hook-Busta Rhymes] All my niggas all my bitches Get high, get drunk get wild blunt fool You know my style, get crunk Bitches bounce niggas bounce And let me give you that funk shit blunt shit While a nigga bang outcha trunk [Bridge 1-Dina Rae] Street-slang ought to talk a lotta Tell police sirens and coppers Club pack cause the beat is hotter If you go real deep than Imma [Verse 2-Ras Kass] Bid your whole, over style So what you know about Pass the Courvoisier, Busta show me how Canary-yellow diamond, the Goldyn Chyld Bitch play like a jock strap on hard dicks and hold me down Pound-for-pound, I spit rounds the sickest (gold pound) In case foes forget whose artwork is the quickest ‘Cause when I draw, huh, ain’t to paint the town red I’m too sexy to be dead ‘Bout to sell a couple million units Host MTV, renegotiate for 1.3 Put the babies through college Then expose how many of you so-called rap stars is garbage And that’s logic, Doc Dre got us Grow some more than movies about spiders, Jedis, and hobbits Hip-hop’s hottest Can’t front, I’m not as modest But promise, to spread over this bread like Blue Bonnet (holla) [Hook] [Bridge 2-Dina Rae] Nothing but the heat and put it (RK: hop in ya) Strictly for the street and put it [Interlude-Ras Kass] Out the cut Doc Dre Ras Kass Bus-A-Buss (BR: All my bitches) Dr. Dre-“Whoopty Whoop, Nigga what” [Verse 3-Ras Kass] I walk on mouse traps just for the cheese Can’t fuck with a chick 'less you giving her three bees Back-rubs, blow jobs, and breakfast in bed But rather Bill Gates and get breaded instead Fly nigga, vocally, he ain't as dope as me My shit don’t stank, bitch please, I piss popery You know how it supposed to be, in your City high Rubbing the thighs of Claudette Ortiz [Bridge 1] [Hook (2X)]