เนื้อเพลง You Ain't F*ckin' Wit Me - Busta Rhymes

Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea.. [imitating the beat]
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

[Verse One]
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Sh*t b*tter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash sh*t regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the b*tches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot b*tter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my b*tches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my n*ggaz with sh*t they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all n*ggaz can take a nosedive
Sh*t so live b*tches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! F*ck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and f*ck b*tches who love to hold (hands)
Foul sh*t, way out of order
F*ck sh*t up leave b*tches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live sh*t come on n*ggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight b*tches, now show yo' asses

[Chorus]
The sh*t we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the f*ck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'f*cka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't f*ckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the f*ck, c'mon)

[Verse Two]
Huh, you see I got so much new hot sh*t stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my n*ggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the sh*t
Might be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice n*ggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now n*ggaz know we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all n*ggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the sh*t well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep sh*t comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make n*ggaz collapse
Make b*tches shake they sh*t to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight n*ggaz! Now throw yo' hands up..

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some sh*t
The f*ckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]