Buss It Up (feat. Vybz Kartel) [Main Version]

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