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Исполнитель: Busta Rhymes
Название песни: Hot Fudge
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Busta Rhymes - Hot Fudge текст песни, lyrics

Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change 
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange 
Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration 
Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration 
Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation 
Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation 
Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation 
Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation 
Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) 
I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service 
Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust) 
Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous 
You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist 
Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest 
Numerals of funerals every day 
When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!) 
Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within 
Making your head spin 

Hot Fudge coming on in good lord 
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord 
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord 
Hot Fudge... 

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh 
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww 

Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar 
Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar 
Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria 
Violating the world, annihilate your whole area 
Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine 
23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES! 
Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness 
While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is 
In my past life the world felt my mega blast 
Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass 
Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child 
Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked 
Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools 
In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School 
Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders 
Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards 
Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true 
You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do 
In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory 
Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me 
Yo, I love to dig from deep within 
Making your head spin 

Hot Fudge coming on in good lord 
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord 
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord 
Hot Fudge coming 

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh 
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww 
Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh 
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww 

Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X)

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