Busta Rhymes - Master Race

You wanna be what? You wanna be what?
Wait a minute, wait a minute
This is beats one!

We gonna show them how in black out it's supposed to feel
I kick a boy face off like we playing soccer
I got that white, you can call it Cindi Lauper
I hope you don't front, duca means you baby mother
I hope you're more than you are, you are baby father
My past 4 pregnant ???
Fresh that, and I stay in Dolce & Gabbana
See every time he do it, yes me have it do it proper
I whip it in the village, if they know you doing mata
Yeah, they be back holy hatchata
That holy pagan, and the hole in my choppa
Pow, pow, pow, shot fly waka flocka
And I oversee my web, them bitches count the every dollar

You see dem boys don't play
My pull will go with potato
And leave you doa

See this is bossa boss
Yeah me got the dam dada
I always come through just to continue this saga
Your pompoms yeah you looking kind of Chewbacca
With the fat chicks ???
I fire bum shoot you little sleep ???
I do this for my team, I do this for my rasa
I get you dig it, no you no get inside me casa
Surgical with it like all of my lately dadas
Givenchi, Giuseppe everything on me napa
Disrespectful way they trust me, we don't have no manners
No come the music up till they wait on thema shut up

You see dem boys don't play
My pull will go with potato
And leave you doa.

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