Yeah!      [Busta Rhymes]   Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha   Ha ha Flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin bout?   De La y'all, whatchu talkin bout?   Whatchu talkin bout?      [Dove]   Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band   Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)   It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!)   Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland   Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland   I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz   that hiss but won't bite - false alarm   And if it don't +Rockwild+ we fin' to drop a bomb   (Word up) +Strong+ grip on a mic like we +Stretch Arm+   I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn   Get smacked for the B.S. you been on   Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned   For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato   Rhymes still drippin like stu-b's, you groupies   need to show I.D. before the bust down   Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo   and drop it on you heavy like a hippo   (Now you heard that?)      Chorus: Busta Rhymes      To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black   I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all   Ladies get down shake yo' ASS around, I hope you know that   I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all   To all my soldiers on the corner I.C. Y'all (see y'all)   Women doin what they wanna I.C. Y'all   To them people gettin pulled over I.C. Y'all (see y'all)   I.C. Y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all      [Pos]   It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette   Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back   with letters spellin out my name   All over your marquee, cause the spark is me   Currently we can be seen across your screen   Stayin wide-eyed cause you niggaz tryin to scheme   Welcome to the spot - I'm slaying with it   Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice   You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device   Tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me   Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me   A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D   who quoted Vance Wright - no one can serve us!   My squad advance heights quite superb   Just kick off your shoes - jump on the jock   It's been a long time comin this you NEED to cop!      Chorus      [Busta Rhymes]   It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four)   Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor)   So raw shit the most raw you ever saw   Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door   Baby - open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse   Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house   I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is   my mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness   Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums   When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yo   Forever we gettin this CHEDDAR with the quickness   While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness   Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes   We gettin money with whoever - even the Jews   The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes   Fuck a nigga up with De La like (?) can amuse      Chorus