Buss Down by E Jake Lyrics
[Intro: E Jake]
Think about it...
They've been sayin' the world's finna end since the year you was born
And you still breathin'!
So live yo life
[Verse 1: E Jake]
I beat that pussy like I stole it, 'cuz I did y'all
She was running with that lame, but I'ma real one
Pussy so good niggas tryna kill niggas
Talkin pussy platter that'll bring the meals/males witcha
I want a taste of that good life (taste of the good!)
I heard life was a bitch tho (heard life was a bitch)
If they could bag her they would wife (what?!)
I'm just givin' her dick yo, NomTalmBout?!
Screamin the fuck world, homie (oooh)
Where the condoms at? Yeah, yeah, you know me
Out chea tryna put the heavy mileage on her
Smokin Arizona, sellin' Apollonia
Around my way get it off corner (right)
Givin' out samples gotta love a donor (hmm)
My heart been cold now it's even colder (right)
Colder than ah winter in Minnesota (aaah)
Everybody wanna pitch 'til you touch the mound (hmm)
I don't fuck with no one u trust them clowns (nah)
They be funny in style, too much running around
I get the runnin through town, I'm 'bout to lock it here down
You wanna pitch? Then touch the mound
I don't fuck with no one you trust them clowns? (Haa)
They be funny in style, too much running around
I got the running thru town then I locked it on down
[Chorus: E Jake]
With an ounce and buss it down
Got that pound and buss it down
Grab that brick and buss it down
Bag them chicks and buss 'em down
Copp that watch and buss it down
Finna push that drop no busin' now
We don't call no cops we bust them rounds
Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now (ooooh)
We gon' get that ounce and buss it down
We gon' buy that pound and buss it down
We gon' get that brick and buss it down
Finna bag them chicks and buss 'em down
Copp that watch and buss it down
Gon' push that drop, no busin' now
We don't call no cops we bust them rounds
Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now, good God
[Verse 2: Jay Boston]
Used to buss a six-duece down in dubs
No TLC, never 'round them scrubs
First time I hit the block, I knew I found my love
Me and E got rich got off a pound of bud (real talk)
A-Block police used to round us up
Since then ain't no lil' niggas wild as us
Bussin' bitches in the trap, I got my mileage up
I'm fly as fuck, that's why she keeps eyein' us
I got no time for laying up
P-H-M, ain't no I in us, can't no money divide us up
These niggas done woke a lion up (I'm up)
I'm bussin' licks if I ever go broke
I never sniff if I measure the coke
Ah nigga spit just to better my folks
Real nigga from my head to my toes
If I blow I'm never sellin' my soul (whoa)
Shout out to my buss it baby
Got a man now, so I ain't buss it lately
Let 'em know, we went from a bus to Mercedes
Show you how to get this money, drive the customers crazy
But these hoes be so regretful
I wish 'em the best 'cuz I know you stressful
Might stack a lil' money if he know you special
I'll see you again when we both successful
[Chorus: E Jake]
We gon' get that ounce and buss it down
We gon' buy that pound and buss it down
We gon' get that brick and buss it down
We gon' bag them chicks and buss 'em down
We gon' copp that watch and buss it down
Finna push that drop, no busin' now
We don't call no cops we bust them rounds
Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now (ooooh)
We gon' get that ounce and buss it down
We gon' buy that pound and buss it down
We gon' get that brick and buss it down
Finna bag them chicks and buss 'em down
Copp that watch and buss it down
Gon' push that drop, no busin' now
We don't call no cops we bust them rounds
Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now, good God
Think about it...
They've been sayin' the world's finna end since the year you was born
And you still breathin'!
So live yo life
[Verse 1: E Jake]
I beat that pussy like I stole it, 'cuz I did y'all
She was running with that lame, but I'ma real one
Pussy so good niggas tryna kill niggas
Talkin pussy platter that'll bring the meals/males witcha
I want a taste of that good life (taste of the good!)
I heard life was a bitch tho (heard life was a bitch)
If they could bag her they would wife (what?!)
I'm just givin' her dick yo, NomTalmBout?!
Screamin the fuck world, homie (oooh)
Where the condoms at? Yeah, yeah, you know me
Out chea tryna put the heavy mileage on her
Smokin Arizona, sellin' Apollonia
Around my way get it off corner (right)
Givin' out samples gotta love a donor (hmm)
My heart been cold now it's even colder (right)
Colder than ah winter in Minnesota (aaah)
Everybody wanna pitch 'til you touch the mound (hmm)
I don't fuck with no one u trust them clowns (nah)
They be funny in style, too much running around
I get the runnin through town, I'm 'bout to lock it here down
You wanna pitch? Then touch the mound
I don't fuck with no one you trust them clowns? (Haa)
They be funny in style, too much running around
I got the running thru town then I locked it on down
[Chorus: E Jake]
With an ounce and buss it down
Got that pound and buss it down
Grab that brick and buss it down
Bag them chicks and buss 'em down
Copp that watch and buss it down
Finna push that drop no busin' now
We don't call no cops we bust them rounds
Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now (ooooh)
We gon' get that ounce and buss it down
We gon' buy that pound and buss it down
We gon' get that brick and buss it down
Finna bag them chicks and buss 'em down
Copp that watch and buss it down
Gon' push that drop, no busin' now
We don't call no cops we bust them rounds
Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now, good God
[Verse 2: Jay Boston]
Used to buss a six-duece down in dubs
No TLC, never 'round them scrubs
First time I hit the block, I knew I found my love
Me and E got rich got off a pound of bud (real talk)
A-Block police used to round us up
Since then ain't no lil' niggas wild as us
Bussin' bitches in the trap, I got my mileage up
I'm fly as fuck, that's why she keeps eyein' us
I got no time for laying up
P-H-M, ain't no I in us, can't no money divide us up
These niggas done woke a lion up (I'm up)
I'm bussin' licks if I ever go broke
I never sniff if I measure the coke
Ah nigga spit just to better my folks
Real nigga from my head to my toes
If I blow I'm never sellin' my soul (whoa)
Shout out to my buss it baby
Got a man now, so I ain't buss it lately
Let 'em know, we went from a bus to Mercedes
Show you how to get this money, drive the customers crazy
But these hoes be so regretful
I wish 'em the best 'cuz I know you stressful
Might stack a lil' money if he know you special
I'll see you again when we both successful
[Chorus: E Jake]
We gon' get that ounce and buss it down
We gon' buy that pound and buss it down
We gon' get that brick and buss it down
We gon' bag them chicks and buss 'em down
We gon' copp that watch and buss it down
Finna push that drop, no busin' now
We don't call no cops we bust them rounds
Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now (ooooh)
We gon' get that ounce and buss it down
We gon' buy that pound and buss it down
We gon' get that brick and buss it down
Finna bag them chicks and buss 'em down
Copp that watch and buss it down
Gon' push that drop, no busin' now
We don't call no cops we bust them rounds
Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now, good God