An old ass song to Eminem's Business instrumental.
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Hey kids I gotta rhyme again
I'm 'bout to kill this sh** like Mr. Simonton, baby grab my Heineken
Get your E & J and coke then combine 'em in
Drink till you feel like lovin' time and time again
Now back that ass up, lets bump and grind
Take it 'round one time 'fore I jump behind
Twirk somethin, work somethin, take it low
Make ya knees touch your elbows cause that's how it's s'posed to go
Oh, yeah love the way you wiggle your hips
Got a dogg all hungry for some Kibbles-N-Bits
Nice and thick, that's how I like it girl
Like one of them dime pieces from the Sista's Bureau, now
Chorus:
Lets get down to business
I don't got no time to f*** around, what is this?
Must be The Realist in town, lets shut this sh** down on these clowns
Can I get a witness? (Hell yeah)
Verse 2:
I'm kickin' it off right now in the +Bassment+
BET's Big Tigger's replacement, ya heard me
I'm underneath of 456
Where a kid once grew up to flip them bricks
And it gets hot, I'm gonna flip flop
The game of hip hop, ha ha ha b*** watch
Got a few tricks up my sleeve to make the sh** complete
If you think tricks are for kids, you ain't speakin to me
Cause I have the best one, slap people for fun
Got a vest? Get one or get jacked for funds
Or chains, not the gold but the platinum ones
Your pain will be relieved when the clappin's done
Lets have a round of applause for this mouthy fella
Who'd been better off dyin' from salmonella
But f*** that, if you bust n*** we bust back
You ol' wanna be me, get off my nutsack and
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Man Crazy J had my ass trippin shroomz
F*** a room, I was outside walkin' on the moon
All a sudden it hit me that I need to bail
So I got on my cell *phone dialing* somebody help!
I couldn't drive I was so damn high
Didn't realize the fact Ibie's still alive
Had my hoody up tryna say what's up to people
Trippin cause my vision was a giant peep hole
It felt like I'd be trapped forever
Broken into pieces, had to get it together
Knowin' Thanksgiving was the very next day
Thanks for givin' me bad drugs mmmkay
Finally got back on track and stayed sober
Finna "Take Over" rap like Jay Hova
Or like Biggie so "Gimme The Loot"
Or gimme a booth, I swear to spit nothin' but the truth
And for fanatics, when we be home
Stay the f*** out my face and leave-me-lone
Man I ain't playin, it's simple and plain
I'm back in the game cause it's for change so
(Chorus)
