, near his ankle you could see his gun Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar Vetacini summer
your pests keep Killing little children like their speakers are worth a million Plus, it really is a bummer Someone tried to get me for a coat last summer
high taxes, police dispatches Beauracatic attackin black Asiatics, resident with bad plumbin Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin' Pussy stay hummin$200 parkin, summer
! So now you wanna wake up and smell the coffee? Lookin for a helpin hand, but get off me! I tried to tell you the deal last summer Stay in school, and
callin' on you I'm busted [ guitar ] Now Lord I'm no thief but a man can go wrong when he's busted The food that we canned last summer is gone and we're busted
I.n.s. a.k.a. j. hunter, vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour for the summer The last dog, wu forever roar through your
calling on you cause I'm busted (he's busted) Though I am no thief but a man can go wrong if he's busted The food that we canned last summer is gone I'm busted
2) but a nigga got passion, even though the bounce back seemin like magic chyeaaa, but call me sigfried, watch how i turn one key to a hundred G's,then summer,summer
all be used to ?? here to stay your cake leaves 6 summers your baby mama already want the dick from em and your sister calling me her little bust it
to bust yo' head Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops Way I bust it look like
's on like that Here's what I want you to do Niggas with the green Axe and burgundy Forerunner Inhuman like Blade Runner When I'm rhyming all summer
What busterismology is all about A buster is a motherfucker who will sell you out For a glass of water when it's rainin', busterism is what busters do And last
quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black Hummers It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer We both
last summer At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed For being the last one seen, fleein
how I master my circumference, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
'all niggaz want to fuck with us? So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up dust
a hit of the swanson, heres what happened, it wasent my intentions, to fall into subduction while playin in temptations, (cmon) thought i had it figured out but games dont last
record deal (It's Cledus) the karaoke king I guess you'll wondering what I'm still doing round here Since I won the Kross French karaoke competition last