Jumpin’ - Busta Rhymes

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 its 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 Bust

It’s a must (?)

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 many?)

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')