Yellow Bus

Album cover art for "Yellow Bus" by Traxamillion & Mistah F.A.B.

Traxamillion & Mistah F.A.B. - Rap, Bay Area Rap

Yellow Bus

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Duration: 3:57

Lyrics

[Intro] I do the dummy retarded and ride the yellow bus (Yellow bus, yellow bus) (Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone, you better leave me alone) The Yellow Bus [Verse 1] Yellow bus rider, Laidlaw gram "Are you F.A.B.?" Yes sir, I sure am Yippity, yippity, start movin' all fidgety Mistah F.A.B. on the heat and Traxamillion, he did the beat (You a fool) Dumb ain't stupid enough, be a moron (Moron?) You ain't doin' enough, put more on (Put more on) Become a idiot, start shakin' and groovin' You can't keep still, you gotsta keep movin' (Keep it movin') Bounce like a kickball, dip, now bring it up Shake your head like you sayin' no, that's what we call "Goin' nuts" You can do it, if not, let me see you try (You can do it!) Do The Bird, get high, let me see you fly (Yee!) In the Bay, we gig, we don't get crunk Hyphy ass Bebe kids, you might get stomped (Stomp him out) Dummy retarded, retarded, autistics Special kids, yeah, we gifted [Chorus] Come on, everybody, do the Yellow Bus Put your helmets on, come ride with us Do the fool a little, gotta drool a little Hop on the Yellow Bus and go to school, my nizzle Come on, everybody, do the Yellow Bus Put your helmets on, come ride with us Do the fool a little, gotta drool a little Hop on the Yellow Bus and go to school, my nizzle (The Yellow Bus) [Verse 2] Hop on the Yellow Bus, get on now (Get on now) No standin' while I'm drivin', gotta sit on down (Sit on down) Helmets on, goggles maybe Tryna find me a girl that swallow babies Ayy, I like strippers and Go Go dancers That take naked pictures 'til she get photo cancer (Cheese) I'm so silly, I'm so foolish (So foolish) But when I be dancin', I look so coolish I got my Thizz face on, look like Whoopi Goldberg Members Only coat and Vans, hey, I'm no nerd My IQ really ain't high enough On one, on two, still ain't high enough (High enough) Hey, lil' mama, wanna ride with us? (Ride with us) Got two more seats on the Yellow Bus (On the Yellow Bus) Yeah, you can come, and you can bring her And we can go wild like we on Springer (The Yellow Bus) [Chorus] Come on, everybody, do the Yellow Bus Put your helmets on, come ride with us Do the fool a little, gotta drool a little Hop on the Yellow Bus and go to school, my nizzle Come on, everybody, do the Yellow Bus Put your helmets on, come ride with us Do the fool a little, gotta drool a little Hop on the Yellow Bus and go to school, my nizzle (The Yellow Bus) [Verse 3] Da-dun-da-nuh, Fabby Power Still on the Yellow Bus, still on the Mayflower Tinted windows, TVs are N-O's Geeks and bimbos, freaks and nymphos When I ain't on my bus, I'm probably in my Benzo Or in my scraper scraper super charged Nintendo I ain't slow but I act like I is My English is broken but I can say "Thizz" I'm the prince, I got my own fans (I got my own fans) Yellow Bus Gig, I got my own dance Hyper, juiced, amped, excited ADD and Ritalin can't fight it Tourette's like a vet and I'm screamin' out my set (Northside, Northside) Who go the dumbest? I'm takin' all bets (Takin' all bets) Me, me, he, she Get out the way, boy, beep, beep [Chorus] Come on, everybody, do the Yellow Bus Put your helmets on, come ride with us Do the fool a little, gotta drool a little Hop on the Yellow Bus and go to school, my nizzle Come on, everybody, do the Yellow Bus Put your helmets on, come ride with us Do the fool a little, gotta drool a little Hop on the Yellow Bus and go to school, fa shizzle (The Yellow Bus) [Outro] I do the Dummy, ha ha Fabby Davis, Jr., baby Mack Pack, Traxamillion Ah, yallalathingamajig Yes, sir — say yes, sir We in the building, the Yellow Bus rider (The Yellow Bus) For the Slapp Addict, nigga, is when you, you know what I'm sayin', you gettin' your Swabbage Patch on, and some nigga just is extremely hyphy and the nigga just steps on your fresh pair of Ones (Mmm), knocks hand on your white tee (Terrible). Instead of the young nigga "Oh, my bad, cuzzo, let me get you a drink on the cool," you know what I'm sayin', he just gon' look at you, flash his gold ones and turn around and keep shaking his dreads (Oh my goodness)

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Credits

Writers
  • Mistah F.A.B.
  • Traxamillion