クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Camara Kambon
Keyboards
Mike Elizondo
Bass
Truth Hurts
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Mike Elizondo
Songwriter
Camara Kambon
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darrell Thorp
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dr. Dre
Producer
Greg Burns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Thomas Rounds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah
This shit sound like
One, two o'clock in the morning with the full moon out
**** in they trucks creeping
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches
[Verse 2]
Yeah, team select, please collect
Gs connect
Thieves **** direct the trees to the smoke fest
Want to take a toke (Yes) the newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian, ****, fuck it, call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology, I'm rhyming and 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your bar mitzvah
[Verse 3]
Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
With a wife beater on Bushe Velon, a new pair of sneakers
Street **** hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp strut and how to sky walk
Moderating how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck has a global effect on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian ****
Be all into my bounce, so don't be bothering ****
So now you should feel the whole catherdralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, ****
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you looking whacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat blow
[Verse 4]
Hey yo, get up, get up, get dough
Roll up, light up and smoke that dro
Bitch, shake your hips and bounce real slow
****, rep your hood, I'm with that
(All my ****) All my ****
(If you with me) If you with me
(Yeah, I see you, hello)
Throw yo guns in the motherfucking air, come on
(All my bitches, if you're with me)
All my bitches, where you at?
(And I see you, hello)
You know I see y'all
[Verse 5]
Yea my whole entire mind state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you **** like mashed potato
Back when **** used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch little **** shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street that's how **** be leaving they mark
Fucking with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fucking with Israelis
[Verse 6]
So solid how we be symbolic
To a handful of **** that be all scheming on the same wallet
Them type **** that be conspiring and kidnapping
Shit happens
Guns clap for you in the gift wrapping
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious **** scheming to kill they arch bishop
You big pussy **** acting all hard
Call me atheist because I don't believe in you, God
It's like a grand feast celebrating the bounce of the century
I told the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes, the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Felipe Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
[Verse 7]
We got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest now, rock to the beat
[Verse 8]
Hey yo, get up, get up, get dough
Roll up, light up and smoke that dro
Bitch, shake your hips and bounce real slow
****, rep your hood I'm with that
(All my ****) All my ****
(If you with me) If you with me, come on
(And I see you, hello)
You know I see y'all
Throw your motherfucking guns in the sky, come on
(All my bitches, if you're with me)
All my bitches, where you at?
You know I see y'all
(And I see you, hello)
[Verse 9]
Holla at me now c'mon
Yeah
Busta Rhymes cooking up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre, ****, yeah
[Verse 10]
Yeah, I understand that you're not happy
But that's your wife
And I'm your mistress
So you gotta go back home
But before you do
Let me swallow you
Let me lick you in all the right places
I want you to cum all over me
And when you do, I'll bathe you
And then we'll get out the tub and we'll fuck
And I'll lick your ass
And I'll braid your hair
And you can fuck me any way you please
We can do almost anything
But once we're finished and you're happy here
You have to go back home to your wife
But don't you ever forget that I'm your wife in-law
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Camara Kambon, Kaywon Smtih, Mike Elizondo, T. Smith