Busta Rhymes — Nirvana Hello

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Woo Woo Woo Dav-Dav-Dav-David Banner [Chorus: Kurt Cobain] Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us) Hello, hello, hello, how low (Here we are now) Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us) Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] My money bag heavy in every town I lock up (Woo) Loafs of bread jumping out the toaster when I pop up (Yeah) [?] because my stocks up These bitches get their rocks up When the dick poke their Facebook and fill their inbox up You niggas full of shit like toilets when they stopped up That's when I let your chick come through and lick my lollipop up Yeah, there ain't no need to call the doc' up I kill you niggas quick, somebody need to call the cops up The streets is my vagina how I always fuck the blocks up I'm always in the kitchen, I don't ever put the pots up Regardless what you feel, it's the god paradoxed up Like you deserve the right and we should motherfuckin' swap up Witness the god of the bouncing of hands My niggas know I'ma blow and hit 'em And I hang 'em and you know I'ma go and I'ma kill 'em And I'm [?] in your seat the way y'all do it to the end And I stop and then I come and then I go and then I kill a nigga Ran up when I get up on the beat and then catch another [?] And then I roll up on their ass like I'm whippin' in a Phantom See the way a nigga doin' it again! [Chorus: Kurt Cobain] Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us) Hello, hello, hello, how low (Here we are now) Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us) Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Swisher rolled tight, the clique roll tighter I wave my red flag like a fucking bullfighter Yeah, bitch, like the L Boogie I've been around the world, there's no place like pussy (Yeah!) Take one shot for my pain, one drink for my sorrow I ain't doing well, bitch, I'm doing Wells Fargo I get on the beat and leave the bitch bloody Keep a hungry bitch with me that'll eat a bitch for me You could blame it on the Wayne, it's all my fault Bitch, I go hard, concrete sidewalk Yeah, in Young Money we trust You'd rather sleep with the enemy than sleep on us I got the game in my hand, I'm playing keep away Don't judge me, I'ma beat the case Yeah, big hall, blue lights Big dog, roofs twice I'm the crap, two dice, Tunechi [Chorus: Kurt Cobain] Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us) Hello, hello, hello, how low (Here we are now) Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us) Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid)