[Intro]
Uh
[Chorus]
The Bus-a-Bus (Yeah)
The Bus-a-Bus (C'mon, c-c'mon)
The Bus-a-Bus (Uh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Flipmode, motherfucker, Flipmode, y'all)
The Bus-a-Bus (Uh! Yeah, y-yeah, yeah)
The Bus-a-Bus (C-c'mon, c-c'mon)
The Bus-a-Bus, (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Yeah, yea-yeah, yeah, yea-yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Floss time (Time!), Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin' this paper now cross the fine line
(Huh, huh, hah)
Money plenty sippin' gently, whip the Bentley (Huh, hah, huh)
My Bentley runneth over empty with gifts you sent me (Hah, huh)
Then you broke the last rule, frontin' like we was mad cool (Hah)
You damn fool, come around frontin' wearin' your man's jewels (Huh)
Play the part, they want me to start shit (Hah)
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market (Hah)
Peep how we're movin' this, keep improvin' this
See (Hah), you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin' this
Have a ball, I'm not mad at chy'all, where the alcohol?
I ain't messin' (Hah) witchyou at all, girl your ass too small
Cop (Hah) the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
And try to fight it off (Hah); the fact that you wack and your light is off (Hah)
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us (Huh, hah)
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do—
[Chorus]
The Bus-a-Bus (Aw, c'mon, keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Aye, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, y-yo, yo, all in together now)
The Bus-a-Bus (Aw, c'mon, lets keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Oh, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus, (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)
[Verse 2]
(Turn it off!)
Turn me back on (Hah), go get your mack on (Hah)
And keep the track goin' and latch on (Hah), hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches (Hah) and get your dance on (Huh, hah)
Tipsy off a little Cristi' (Huh), a little Chandon (Hah)
Barbecue back at the mansion (Hah), feel like a champion
Collapse on (Hah), my thing orthopaedic (Hey!) to rest your back on (Hah)
Nowadays (Ho), Flipmode money (Hah) be runnin' mad North (Hah)
Fuck around (Ho), dig in my treasure (Huh-hah), feel my forty-five long (Hah)
Ride through (Ho), about to slide through (Hah), I'm right beside you (Hey!)
Mind you (Hah), my system be bangin' (Hah), adjust my EQ
Peek-a-boo, we not seekin' you (Hah), focus on beatin' you (Woooh)
There's only one of me, 'cause you copy (Huh) there might be three of you (Hah)
Classic and so essential (Hah), we monumental (Huh)
Powerful (Hah), we presidential (Huh-hah), we bomb your mental (Woooh)
Bite the dust, you like to fuss (Hah-hah), look right at us (Hah)
I know you like to cuss (Hah), who could you trust (Hah) to bring the rush?
Now do the—
[Chorus]
The Bus-a-Bus ((Hah, hah) Aye, c'mon, let's keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Oh, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo-yo, yo, all in together now)
The Bus-a-Bus (Aye, c'mon, let's keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Oh, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus, (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)
[Verse 3]
(Hit me off!)
You Speak & Spell (Hah) and freak it well, son (Huh)
No need to dwell (Hah), checkin' the mail (Huh), my pockets swell (Hah)
Shit sound so intermediate (Hah), my ingredient (Huh)
Is to immediately (Hah) rep for everyone (Huh) you see me with (Hah)
You little idiot (Ha-ah), I exile you and your X-File (Huh)
You and (Hah) your next trial, and (Huh-hah) demolish your little wack style (Ooooh)
Black child, I'm takin' offensive (Hah, hah), we too impressive (Hoooh)
(Hah) To the naked eye, the way we (Hah) floss sure be expensive (Oh! Ooooh!)
(Hah, hah) Turn up the fader (Hah), ain't nothin' greater
Still a little hater be gettin' paper (Huh), go meet your maker (Ssssshhhh)
Undertaker, now go (Hah) shake whatchya momma gave ya
Shaker, shaker now we trippin' the circuit breaker (Huh)
Model up and swallow up (Whoa) and turn the throttle up (Hah)
Break the (Huh) bottle up in the hip (Hah-ho) with the greatest follow up (Hah, ho)
Bite the dust, you like to fuss (Hah), look right at us (Ho)
I know you like to cuss (Hah), who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the—
[Chorus]
The Bus-a-Bus (Aw, c'mon, let's keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Oh, yeah, I like a-what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)
The Bus-a-Bus (Oh, c'mon, keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Yeah, oh, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus, (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)
The Bus-a-Bus (Yeah, aye, yeah, keep movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Oh, yeah, I like what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, ayo, yo, y-yo, yo, yo)
The Bus-a-Bus (Yo, c'mon, keep movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Yeah, I like what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, y-yo, yo, all in together now)
The-
[Skit]
[Camp Leader]
Okay, boys and girls, everybody gather round the campfire. That's right, siddown, because it's time for Councillor Bob to tell you a really scary story about-
[Kid]
Man, we don't wanna hear that shit. We want Busta Rhymes!
[Kids]
Busta! Busta! Busta!
[Camp Leader]
Come on, settle down campers
[*Guitar begins to strum*]
Now, this is the story of a psychopathic serial killer, who lives all alone in the forest in a place just like this. Oooooh, spooky, huh?
[*Guitar stops*]
[Kids]
Busta! Busta! Busta!
[Camp Leader]
[*Guitar begins again*]
Anyway, this wierdo would hide in the bushes and wait for unsuspecting campers
[Kid]
Hey! Councillor Bob!
[*Guitar stops*]
You'd better not turn around, because there's a gigantic grizzly bear coming up behind you! Maybe if you play Busta Rhymes it'll scare him away!
[Kids]
Yeah!
[Camp Leader]
Look, you little shit! I'm not gonna play Busta Rhymes, and THAT'S THAT!! Now where was I?
[*Guitar begins again*]
Oh, yeah, the psycho axe murderer-
[*Guitar stops*]
[Kid]
Uhh, Councillor Bob, if I were you, I'd play dead or something, because that grizzly bear looks awful hungry!
[Camp Leader]
Hey, I've had just about enough of you kid! If there's a grizzly bear anywhere near me, I think I'd know it!
[Proceeds to get brutally killed by the grizzly bear]
[Kid]
Uh, Councillor Bob, now that you're done with your story, can we play Busta Rhymes?
