Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Fudge, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hot Fudge |
| Yo, I rearrange your whole chump change |
| Complicate your vision and make the world look strange |
| Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration |
| Drip from the top of your lip — losing concentration |
| Don’t you try to front like we got some type affiliation |
| Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation |
| Fear me, it’s in your bloodstream feel the circulation |
| Permanently trife and affecting life like immunization |
| Oh shit, I’ve got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) |
| I love bring that shit right at you — door to door service |
| Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust) |
| Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous |
| You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist |
| Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest |
| Numerals of funerals every day |
| When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!) |
| Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within |
| Making your head spin |
| Hot Fudge coming on in good lord |
| Hot Fudge coming on in good lord |
| Hot Fudge coming on in good lord |
| Hot Fudge… |
| Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh |
| Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww |
| Ayyo, you look like my man, y’all look similiar |
| Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar |
| Fuck that! |
| You really need to check your criteria |
| Violating the world, annihilate your whole area |
| Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine |
| 23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES! |
| Aeiyo, I’m in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness |
| While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is |
| In my past life the world felt my mega blast |
| Now in my present life I’mma still bust your fucking ass |
| Yo, it’s been predicted, ever since I was a child |
| Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked |
| Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools |
| In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School |
| Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders |
| Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards |
| Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true |
| You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do |
| In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory |
| Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me |
| Yo, I love to dig from deep within |
| Making your head spin |
| Hot Fudge coming on in good lord |
| Hot Fudge coming on in good lord |
| Hot Fudge coming on in good lord |
| Hot Fudge… |
| Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh |
| Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww |
| Numerals of funerals everyday |