Hot Fudge

Lyrics

[Produced by Backspin The Vibe Chemist] [Verse 1] Yuh, yo, I rearrange your whole chump change Complicate your vision and make the world look strange Try to remain calm, but yet you still feel perspiration Drip from the top of your lip losin' concentration Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation Bought your man some peaceful shit to avoid the confrontation! Fear me, gets through your bloodstream, feel the circulation Permanently trife and affectin' life like immunization Oh, shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) I love bringin' that shit right at you, door to door service Instantaneous you will still get your shit bust Only spontaneous (Ha!), all that shit talk is miscellaneous You be rolling shady, we gon' establish all the shadiest! Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest Numerals of funerals every day! When I take a closer look at all my niggas around my way (Ha!) [Chorus] Yeah, I love to dig from deep within makin' your head spin Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord Hot Fudge, do-do-do-da, do-do-dee Do-do-da-da, oww, oww, oww Do-do-da, do-do-dee Do-da-do-da, yaww, yaww, yaww [Verse 2] Ayo! You look like my man, y'all look similiar! Alibis that niggas tryin' use like we familiar (Ha) Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria Violatin' the world, annihilate your whole area Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine 23 years deep and I still exist as Busta Rhymes! Ayo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my business While I be Busta Rhymes, you still be whoever your name is! In my past life the world felt my mega blast Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fuckin' ass! Yo, it's been predicted ever since I was a child Gettin' addicted to candy bars, I was still wicked! Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools! In '89 (Ha) when we signed this Leaders of the New School! Four lyrical Schwarzeneggers rollin' like commanders Wreckin' shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards Back when came Leaders of the New, it was like a dream come true (Ha) You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do In the meantime, I show improved and stick my lagoon theory Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me! [Chorus] Yeah, I love to dig from deep within makin' your head spin Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord Hot Fudge comin' on in, good Lord Hot Fudge, do-do-do-da, do-do-dee Do-do-da, oww, oww, oww Do-do-do-da, do-do-dee Do-da-do-da, da, yaww, yaww [Interlude] Da, do-dee Da-do-da, oww, oww, oww (Ooh! Haw! Hey!) Da, oww, oww, oww [Outro] Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals (Ha!) of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday Numerals of funerals everyday [Skit: Busta Rhymes | Uncredited Female] So what's up? You lookin' nice tonight Go to a hotel or somethin'? I'on know 'bout no hotel Whatchu wanna do? I was hopin you'd buy me a condom, I'd let you taste it Oh, so suck your pussy? Why not? ...