Busta Rhymes — Jumpin

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yo It's so beautiful outside- It's so beautiful outside today Yeah Yeah Yo Yo Listen [Verse: Busta Rhymes & Heather Victoria] Listen, see it was one of those days and the sky was blue You niggas better roll out the carpet, the god is comin' thru Hey its Busta rhymes Hello happy to meet you I keep the hot shit, now turn ya volumes up Blow ya speakers (What), I'm on top and the feeling's lonely You understand what I'm sayin' Excuse me dear Yeah I know You look nice With a Roberto Cavalli two-piece, enough ice Thanks, appreciate a little love from you How 'bout it, daddy, can I get in the club with you (nuh-uh) Shorty lucky that she had a behind on her Pretty face starin' while I'm claimin' my shine on her She say; Oh my gosh I can't be mad at you You look like ya own a diamond market somewhere in Africa (Ha ha ha ha ha) I hope you find that funny Soon as we step in the club, we started throwin' 'round money You haters wanna beef please, don't even try it 'Fore my niggas bust a Mac in the club and cause a riot (blaow, blaow, blaow) You better enjoy the night and get ya party on Before you try to diss (Who?) the Don Corleone (Me?) Aye, what's ya name son, yes it's Busta Bus It's a must, a nigga who front gotta deal with 'nuff of Bus There go that chick again Sorry and I know it's low class Can you please pour a little champagne in my glass? I'm glad you got me in here, thanks for looking out for me I know I'm reaching but ain't got no money on me Long chain dangle wit your diamond rings A lot of bottles on the table, you doin' your thing Niggas touchin' me, I might have to bounce quick I left my purse in the car, it don't match my outfit Ya outfit?! You think it's easy as that Like you ain't about to give the kid a little head in the back I said "You probably took on more than you can muster Trick, let me spell my name out for you, Busta B - boss nigga U - undisputed S - I'm sick, I make a mothafucka lose it T - I be the top dog runnin' the spot And niggas know the way we doin' it, A - I won't stop Bang these streets while I be reppin' and writin' now Take your temperature you play your cards right And just about then all of my niggas got in They rushed the door, police front like they ain't lettin' 'em in Mook started rollin' some more and stood up right at the door And started baggin' every single pretty bitch that he saw And made 'em come along, see now this shit is full swing Niggas still thirsty at the door tryna get in Meanwhile I'm wylin', fightin', they black for a minute Then we planned a jumpoff for later and every shawty wit' it You know the way we do it, this shit is only the norm Fire marshall in the spot, they try to turn the lights on That's when we [Hook/Outro] Walked in the club and as far as I could see Shit was jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') Just jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') All these hoes on the floor and as far as I could see Shit was jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') Just jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') All these niggas on the wall and as far as I could see Shit was jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') Just jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') All these hoes on the floor and as far as I could see Shit was jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') Just jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') Just jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin') Just jumpin' (jumpin') just jumpin' (jumpin')