Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mista Busta , by - Dru Down. Song from the album Dru Down's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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! |