Lirik Lagu There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix - Busta Rhymes
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[Jamal]C'mon, yeah.. villainC'mon, aight?I got this side right hereTake this side right thereC'mon do thisBusta BusC'mon, aight?C'mon (here we go) stayin street
[Jamal]Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-tureIf you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw(Your jaw) For tryin to knock usTryin to kill or stop us, jack our propersBusta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takinWhile they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bakeFormulate, now look at the plot, we gotmore and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spotClock or knot, nigga the whole potReady or not, we comin, snatchin every comerwitcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker
[Busta Rhymes]You can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop suckerThe road dawg baby comin like the mad truckerLot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris TuckerGod bless, oh yes, I stay freshFull of finesse, my congress show progressStylish, hit you with the shit to digestIn this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finestYour Highness, leavin corny niggaz spinelessAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]Not a problem my squad can't fixCause we can do, it in the mixSo when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust assCause you know we don't fuck aroundWhen you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,ground ground, ground groundWhen you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,ground ground, ground ground
[Jamal]This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to sideIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'ma get mine(Who dat?)The villain til I'm peelin a millionRidin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga endKnowin that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (what?)Cheddar (uh) if you ain't about it then I think you betterhang the little plot you got, don't sweat it mainMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real "Raw"Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:cash, cars, fly whores and toursFillin my pipe, with no messes and no limitsThem other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigidFraud as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickensI mash for the cash with the click andrip a show then I'm dippin in the whip and high trippin
[Busta Rhymes]While y'all niggaz hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yoAccelerate on the gas, move fastBlast, find a nigga FOOT in your assColorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrastFlipmode is the Squad, a news flashBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get upViolate, niggaz get they whole SHIT lit up!Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewelsChampagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the poolNigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brainridin on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rainOversized click on the rise so realize we bedem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small friesThe franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you "Fall Guys"Yo I'm tired of niggaz they full of "True Lies"No time.. we got the right surpriseNeed a new beginnin, need to get a baptiseHa ha, you need to get a baptiseWord is bond, aiyyo
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-groundJust party to the shit like this c'monJust bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'monYou niggaz don't know my brand new song c'monAiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHHYo, and just feel my shitC'mon bounce what the fuck?
[Jamal]Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-tureIf you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw(Your jaw) For tryin to knock usTryin to kill or stop us, jack our propersBusta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takinWhile they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bakeFormulate, now look at the plot, we gotmore and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spotClock or knot, nigga the whole potReady or not, we comin, snatchin every comerwitcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker
[Busta Rhymes]You can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop suckerThe road dawg baby comin like the mad truckerLot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris TuckerGod bless, oh yes, I stay freshFull of finesse, my congress show progressStylish, hit you with the shit to digestIn this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finestYour Highness, leavin corny niggaz spinelessAttack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]Not a problem my squad can't fixCause we can do, it in the mixSo when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust assCause you know we don't fuck aroundWhen you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,ground ground, ground groundWhen you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,ground ground, ground ground
[Jamal]This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to sideIt's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'ma get mine(Who dat?)The villain til I'm peelin a millionRidin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga endKnowin that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win (what?)Cheddar (uh) if you ain't about it then I think you betterhang the little plot you got, don't sweat it mainMy nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real "Raw"Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:cash, cars, fly whores and toursFillin my pipe, with no messes and no limitsThem other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigidFraud as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickensI mash for the cash with the click andrip a show then I'm dippin in the whip and high trippin
[Busta Rhymes]While y'all niggaz hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yoAccelerate on the gas, move fastBlast, find a nigga FOOT in your assColorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrastFlipmode is the Squad, a news flashBust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get upViolate, niggaz get they whole SHIT lit up!Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewelsChampagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the poolNigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brainridin on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rainOversized click on the rise so realize we bedem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small friesThe franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you "Fall Guys"Yo I'm tired of niggaz they full of "True Lies"No time.. we got the right surpriseNeed a new beginnin, need to get a baptiseHa ha, you need to get a baptiseWord is bond, aiyyo
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-groundJust party to the shit like this c'monJust bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'monYou niggaz don't know my brand new song c'monAiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHHYo, and just feel my shitC'mon bounce what the fuck?
