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Artiste:
Lyrics Born
Titre:
Hott Bizness
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Ferocious, The most explosive mackadocious potentest Braggadocious vocalist going postal Toast of both coasts from Oakland to Hoboken Only my supposed foes with hypnosis I'm goin' toe-to-toe with these soul-less, totally bogus ??? show biz ass posers that don't show no emotion Hold my folks close but hold my foes closer than coats on clothespins. I don't know if you know this but when I stroll into the door My opponents is frozen like a yeoman on a boat that seen a ghost ship in the ocean Eyes bulgin' wide open like a goldfish I told em "homie lower your dosage." I go back like Topaz Stones or Zirconie, Yes I go back like homeroom boners of Opalona and I go back like envelopes with no postage, I told ya'll I could hold my own. [Chorus] I've got to break it down again, it's time you really really?? (yeah, yeah, yeah) I've got to break it down again, it's time you really really?? (yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't be ridiculous homie, acting beligerent talkin, you want an incident involving fistacuffs listen up closely. I can't be pissed at you though, that's only abmitions that's talkin', Plus since we on the issue, let's just discuss this. So uhh, you should'nt listen to all these critics that pigeon-hole me. They constantly fishin' for stories, actin' mischevious homie, but don't get it twisted though, don't think for a minute I'm jokin' This is my business I'm always biz aint that enough to eat?? [Chorus] Soul yodelin', overloadin' the court This audience explodin' blowin' up the auditorium Ignoring city ordinance, bodily parts showin' But it's normal though, par for the course for Lyrics Born Your father'd have a cardiac arrest in his cardigan vest If he saw how his daughter gets when she's partyin', just Like New Orleans at Mardi Gras, or Rio at Carnivale, Y'all believe me now, it's all of the above Pourin' out a little more Drakkar Noir For all of the funk we've lost in the art form I'm at war with y'all Recording artists making horrible songs, Crack your porcelain jaw Now come on and sing the chorus for us [Chorus] [In background] I've got to break it down again, it's time you really really?? (yeah, yeah, yeah) I've got to break it down again, it's time you really really?? (yeah, yeah, yeah) I've got to break it down again, it's time you really really?? (hott bizness) I've got to break it down again, it's time you really really?? (hott bizness) I've got to break it down again, it's time you really really?? [In foreground] This is hott bizness, baby, light 'em up like Tic-Tac-Toe This is hott bizness, baby ??? like ??? This is hott bizness, baby, light 'em up like Tic-Tac-Toe This is hott bizness, baby ??? like ??? This is hott bizness, baby, light 'em up like Tic-Tac-Toe This is hott bizness, baby ??? like ??? This is hott bizness, baby, light 'em up like Tic-Tac-Toe This is hott bizness, baby ??? like ??? This is hott bizness, baby, light 'em up like Tic-Tac-Toe