เนื้อเพลง Oh No - Busta Rhymes
เนื้อเพลง Oh No
B*tch, what's the problem?
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, my n*gga? I got 'em
(Dready)
I got 'em
B*tch, what's the problem?
F*ck you talkin' 'bout? N*gga, I got 'em
Need I remind 'em? They must've forgotten
F*ck this b*tch up from the top to the bottom
Kill 'em all 'til they decay and they rotten
Whip sh*t I can't pronounce, just know it's foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I'm making 'em sick again, b*tch, go 'head, vomit
B*tch, what's the problem?
F*ck you talkin' 'bout? N*gga, I got 'em
Me takin' L's, that talk is so uncommon
And sh*t, hide they sh*t before my n*ggas rob 'em
You better off dead or probably playin' possum
And stay on the ground 'cause there's no better option
Then f*ck up this b*tch with another concoction
Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun (Shotgun)
B*tch, what's the problem?
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, my n*gga? I got 'em
Clown n*ggas from miles away, we still spot 'em
Man, f*ck around and end up on a milk carton
N*gga wonderin' who shot him
Grave located, don't post these n*ggas garden
Pop n*ggas up, now watch how I'ma rock 'em
I chop a brick up, now watch how they gon' cop 'em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop 'em
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop 'em
Plot against us, then watch how we just stop 'em
What we 'posed to do? N*gga from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the f*ck is they gon' stop him?
Clout thirsty n*ggas on the 'gram, we block 'em
Pull up and watch the way the b*tches flock 'em
(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you n*ggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
B*tch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you n*ggas can f*ck with my clique? I say, "Oh No, no" (No)
How could he be better? N*gga could be never, oh no, no (No)
F*ck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)
B*tch, what's the problem?
F*ck you talkin' 'bout? N*gga, I got 'em
(Watch how I) How I wack 'em and I sock 'em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock 'em
Then cop me a planet, f*ck it up like Saddam
Batmobile whippin', pullin' up to Gotham
Chamomile sippin', countin' blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, b*tches know I beg your pardon (Your pardon)
B*tch, what's the problem?
How we f*ck sh*t up, my n*gga? I got 'em
Y'all n*ggas know that what we do is awesome
You're better off leavin', purchase you a coffin (A coffin)
You gon' thank me in the morning
You know I keep shootin', the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do sh*t that keep all of you n*ggas talkin'
B*tch, what's the problem?
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, my n*gga? I got 'em
F*ck sh*t up here and all the way to Scotland
And bruck him up where there's no reason to pop him
And talk my sh*t clear while every speaker knockin'
Motherf*cker got 'em flockin'
I talk to the streets, that be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning
(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you n*ggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
B*tch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you n*ggas can f*ck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? N*gga could be never, oh no, no (No)
F*ck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)