Busta Rhymes - Jumpin' lyrics

Yo it's so beautiful outside-
It's so beautiful outside today yeah
Yeah yo
Yo listen

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 it's 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

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')