Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mista Busta, artist - Dru Down. Album song Dru Down's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.12.2006
Record label: Pimp On
Song language: English
Mista Busta |
Yeah! |
This DD pimp playa OG Dru Down, drawin down on bustas like yoself! |
You ain’t got no mo crew, sucka |
You’se a, punk, nigga |
Chorus 2x *(Dru Down)* |
Mista Busta |
Mista Busta |
Since you retired from this rap shit you think it’s over? |
Didn’t want to retaliate, but ya made me! |
Now I’m goin crazy! |
Ok now pumpkin heads |
Is what I give you when you run up against that cap-a-lot |
Still killa |
Double, deez nuts is bigga! |
Picture if I |
Done you like that |
Talkin behind yo damn back |
You dirty, dirty |
Rat-tat-tat |
I’m puttin 'em in ya like I wanna |
You’se a gonna |
And after that I’m at yo woman’s house and I’mma bone her |
Sonya? |
Is that, that bitch name? |
It doesn’t matter she likes them faulty flossy niggas anyways |
What a way |
To go out |
And show out |
In front of some niggas that got yo ass spooked |
Like one of my hoes ain’t known before |
You fake ass nigga |
I’m sayin real pimpin here thou |
I see through you like glass |
Won’t you kiss my narrow ass |
Matter fact |
Where the mutha fuckin mack in you black? |
Never see you on the track |
Plus I hear you still smokin crack |
Betta stay where you at |
Cuz it the Town you fucked |
Lollipop sucka! |
Mista, busta! |
You showed no love |
So of course mutha fucka ain’t no love nigga |
Even though you outta the game I’m bringin it to you mayne |
I hope you feel the |
Pain! |
Never cross tracks wit railroad tracks |
Something I can cross back |
I, discovered |
That you was a |
Inpredictable |
Egotistical |
Someone who thought his ass was unforgetable |
Soft like imperial |
Pancake butta mutha fucka |
Still small time shittin punks |
Should put you wit your tapes in the trunk |
At Puemont High |
Was sellin tapes for 5 |
Sold two was coo |
Hit a couple of corners on the dime |
«Krush groovin |
Body movin» |
Shoulda left me alone, but now it’s on |
Next I’m to the dome |
Blow! |
Watch me use his punk title |
«Cocktail» his whole studio |
Make sho there’s no survivors |
I’mma |
Stay real |
Change for no one |
Oakland is my city |
And Oakland is where my loved ones get some nigga |
This fo retaliation on the monkey tryin to talk about me |
An folks on that tape and escape, too late |
High blood pressure Dru Down |
About to draw on that curved dome |
Need to be |
Put infront of the whole Oakland fire squad |
Let 'em start lettin loose |
I bet then I’ll hear your ass screamin truce |
Bad news |
Got lil kids and old folks talkin bout |
«Hey Dru! |
You mean to tell me you ain’t down wit TOO $HORT now?» |
Never been |
That’s why I keeps breezy in the wind |
Lookin for infiltraitors |
Now these other bustas wanna know bout us PARAPHANALIA MOBBSTAS |
Oakland imposter |
Born no, raised a lil baby |
That’s like you catch it |
Think it |
Get rid of the fuckin scavis |
Shady |
Shoulda boot ya from the get-go |
Especially at the Summer Jam when you ain’t throw a damn blow |
Non-shot calla |
Oops! |
Don’t be the only one laughin |
Ain’t no damn hits, fa real? |
But I’mma fix that like yo grill |
Mista Busta |
Nigga ain’t got away wit nothin! |
Bitch made mutha fucka |
Haha! |
Fake ass nigga! |