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Stream “Do The Busabus Pt. 2“ - Follow Busta Rhymes Lyrics Intro : Well alright, let's strike it up Yes, Yes, Yes Give me some funks up on the floor, so we can get down like uh we've done before. The name of my dance is called the Bus-A-Bus. Sure enough guaranteed to make you jump. Give me a clap, Right where you stand cause uh once you get down like uh, do it like you're bad When we clap, all y'all freeze. One more clap, do the Bus-A-Bus plеase One time, shakе it out Two times, smoke it out Three times, get crazy with it Four times, and let me see you do it One time, shake it out Two times, smoke it out Three times, get crazy with it Four times, and let me see you do it Let's Go! What it's 'posed to be, I'm here forever, stuck with me. Never worry as long as it's up to me. Pure heat baby is a must for me. Classic, bang it in your truck for me. All she wanna do is really suck to me. Put your champagne glass in your cup for me. We boutta bang out quick, you better jump for me You Better do what it is, cuz you can get it how you live. You suckers already know exactly what it is. There's nothing, I got your shawty loving on the kid. Catch a body with everything I ever did. Classic killer, whole team heavy. Yellow door, A P. Diamond on my bezzie. Bad chick with her name tatted on her belly. Legendary (?) homie, you ain't even ready. Everything you doing, we done did the thing already. Still doing it better, ain't nothing you could tell me. Nevermind homie everything about you petty. Chest cold bad, every diamond is canary Like a classic flick, Guard from a movie. Drag this - , saw where I set him. Catalog on, gotta bang hard while I remind em I'm just following instructions and I tell em When we clap, all y'all freeze. One more clap, do the Bus-A-Bus please One time, shake it out Two times, smoke it out Three times, get crazy with it Four times, and let me see you do it One time, shake it out Two times, smoke it out Three times, get crazy with it Four times, and let me see you do it Feel my presence, classic killer. From the last thread sewn in my fabric killer. Stay on fire, volcanic river. Killing everything, it's a habit, shiv em. Everything about me is a priceless winner. Timeless giver, what you want? We bout to bang out again like I put it in the coupe. Till I hit it in the brain, whatchu doin? Fireworks with it homie Everytime we do it. Gotta hurt , don't it, how we make em really lose it. And you can't cuz we beat the street up with the music. Boy you ain't a killer, you know you gotta prove it. Classic boy in the coupe, don sticker. In the phantom
