Kev Brown, Busta Rhymes - Packin' Them Things lyrics
[Kev Brown, Busta Rhymes - Packin' Them Things lyrics]
This sound like some music from mother
Fucking Fat Albert show and shit
You know what I mean?
Sound like the organs from Fat Albert nigga
What's going on here?
Look i be the most incredible
Alphabetical unforgettable
God of the spit, that's why I talk shit
Phenomally pursuing most of the heads
Of most of you niggas
That's why I be the friction and I spark shit
And while you sporadically notice
Who's the don man
Exploding hoods to emphatically
Burned farm land ha
Niggas asking me not to do it sire
Knowing embalming fluid is mixed
With my saliva need me to move the Maybach
Holler at my driver
I'm still voting for Obama despite
A couple of priors i pay you niggas no mind
You a bunch of liars
Now how the frenzy going to stop this
Cause I bring it back like boxes
While I continue to lock this pop this off
And then drop this on
Every single hood I target
And then corner the market stop this homes
You can't watch this
The way I shit on beats and then I fart bitch
I paint lyrical pictures like
Beautiful art bitch trust me
I don't think you wanna start bitch
(I stay packing them things)
Well I give it to niggas everytime
You know it's Busta Rhymes
(I stay packing them things)
If a nigga test me when I'm in the hood
I wish a nigga would
(I stay packing them things)
Its Flipmode bitch
We got a Santa Claus bag full of goodies
(I stay packing them things)
With a cargo of dudes in the van
Face covered up with hoodies
(I stay packing them things)
I ain't even get to rolling my sleeves up
While I'm fucking a whore like I'm
Fucking a bitch weave up
Sizzle the street and I ain't
Even beginning to heat up
Like watching a bum fight how
Niggas get lyrically beat up
Its Flipmode bitch I love how
The game need us while I'm in Costa Rica
Chilling in a villa with my feet up
You know I love to eat up
Whack mother fuckers
Especially when I get munchies after
Smoking the weed up
And bust niggas heads 'til they
Catch convulsions and bleed out
Or bitches get excited and they
Start staining my seats up
See how I light the streets up
Niggas talk tough when this
Noise around the music
Too loud you need to speak up
Everyday you know I'm knowing
And I constantly be showing motherfuckers how
To do it the right way
Every now and then I might play
And show a nigga what it is
And how I handle biz
You might have caught me on a white day
So don't ever shoot a subliminal on my balls
You're probably better off battling Jacob
In a fight club
And make me pop the right slug
But it's nothing niggas know I'm
One of the greatest thanks to Joe Budden
(I stay packing them things)
Well I give it to niggas everytime
You know it's Busta Rhymes
(I stay packing them things)
If a nigga test me when I'm in the hood
I wish a nigga would
(I stay packing them things)
Its Flipmode bitch
We got a Santa Claus bag full of goodies
(I stay packing them things)
With a cargo of dudes in the van
Face covered up with hoodies
(I stay packing them things)
Fucking Fat Albert show and shit
You know what I mean?
Sound like the organs from Fat Albert nigga
What's going on here?
Look i be the most incredible
Alphabetical unforgettable
God of the spit, that's why I talk shit
Phenomally pursuing most of the heads
Of most of you niggas
That's why I be the friction and I spark shit
And while you sporadically notice
Who's the don man
Exploding hoods to emphatically
Burned farm land ha
Niggas asking me not to do it sire
Knowing embalming fluid is mixed
With my saliva need me to move the Maybach
Holler at my driver
I'm still voting for Obama despite
A couple of priors i pay you niggas no mind
You a bunch of liars
Now how the frenzy going to stop this
Cause I bring it back like boxes
While I continue to lock this pop this off
And then drop this on
Every single hood I target
And then corner the market stop this homes
You can't watch this
The way I shit on beats and then I fart bitch
I paint lyrical pictures like
Beautiful art bitch trust me
I don't think you wanna start bitch
(I stay packing them things)
Well I give it to niggas everytime
You know it's Busta Rhymes
(I stay packing them things)
If a nigga test me when I'm in the hood
I wish a nigga would
(I stay packing them things)
Its Flipmode bitch
We got a Santa Claus bag full of goodies
(I stay packing them things)
With a cargo of dudes in the van
Face covered up with hoodies
(I stay packing them things)
I ain't even get to rolling my sleeves up
While I'm fucking a whore like I'm
Fucking a bitch weave up
Sizzle the street and I ain't
Even beginning to heat up
Like watching a bum fight how
Niggas get lyrically beat up
Its Flipmode bitch I love how
The game need us while I'm in Costa Rica
Chilling in a villa with my feet up
You know I love to eat up
Whack mother fuckers
Especially when I get munchies after
Smoking the weed up
And bust niggas heads 'til they
Catch convulsions and bleed out
Or bitches get excited and they
Start staining my seats up
See how I light the streets up
Niggas talk tough when this
Noise around the music
Too loud you need to speak up
Everyday you know I'm knowing
And I constantly be showing motherfuckers how
To do it the right way
Every now and then I might play
And show a nigga what it is
And how I handle biz
You might have caught me on a white day
So don't ever shoot a subliminal on my balls
You're probably better off battling Jacob
In a fight club
And make me pop the right slug
But it's nothing niggas know I'm
One of the greatest thanks to Joe Budden
(I stay packing them things)
Well I give it to niggas everytime
You know it's Busta Rhymes
(I stay packing them things)
If a nigga test me when I'm in the hood
I wish a nigga would
(I stay packing them things)
Its Flipmode bitch
We got a Santa Claus bag full of goodies
(I stay packing them things)
With a cargo of dudes in the van
Face covered up with hoodies
(I stay packing them things)