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  • 作词 : Riley
    I'm risin like the vapors from the dank
    ************* the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank
    What you thank? walk the plank, is my mother****** attitude
    Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin
    To the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to'n up
    But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up
    My mother****** done got hisself into a spot
    I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot
    If we gon' do this, we could this, but i'm trippin off
    The factor that these bastards put me through this
    Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie
    Now i gots to do some *************t, to leave yo' kids lonely
    The level of my life should be higher
    Told e-roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire
    Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned
    Off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm
    Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk
    You got a gat, i got a gat - now is you requestin funk?
    They said no, e-roc yelled, "trick!!"
    When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch
    Chorus: boots
    When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
    When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
    When we start the revolution, all they, probably do is snitch!
    ..
    When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
    When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
    When we start this revolution, all they, probably do is snitch!
    [boots]
    I used to work at mickey d's
    And to my old buster-ass manager, licky deez
    Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease
    And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees
    I would despise flippin fries, i guess his *************-ass
    Thought he was the *************t, with his little red and gold tie
    I asked him why i couldn't get mo' hours
    He said it must be cause i lacked the mental powers
    If i was smart then i would be in his position
    I left his nose in a busted up condition
    Only came back for my last check to pay me off
    He told me then, that he wasn't gonna lay me off
    Said i should quit and it would be to my enjoyment
    I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment
    To all the managers, on all the *************fts
    When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch!
    Chorus
    ..
    [boots]
    Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa
    Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla
    Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path
    But i do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath
    Punk asses like you is just here for confusion
    Be abusin rhetoric, and it's slightly amusin
    You be cruisin all the networks, ebony and jet works
    'long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth?
    If you ain't talkin bout endin exploitation
    Then you just another sambo in syndication
    Always sayin words that's gon' bring about elation
    Never doin *************t, that's gon' bring us vindication
    And while we gettin strangled by the slave-wage grippers
    You wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business?
    So you'll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch
    Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch!
    (snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch..)
    Chorus
    [ragga chat]
    Busterismology, we don't want it no sir
    Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer
    Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer
    Busterismology, it only fi bustas (2x)
    [pam the funkstress]
    Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeah
    This is the pam the funkstress
    Comin at you, on the microphone like thisss
    About to break it down and let you know
    What busterismology is all about
    A buster is a mother****** who will sell you out
    For a glass of water when it's raining
    Busterism is what busters do
    And last but not least, busterismology
    Is the study of all these mother******s to learn
    If you do not know, now you know
    What busterismology is all about
    Nine-eight (nine-eight) the coup (the coup)
    Boots (boots) and me pam the funkstress
    (pam the funkstress)
  • 作词 : Riley
    I'm risin like the vapors from the dank
    ************* the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank
    What you thank? walk the plank, is my mother****** attitude
    Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin
    To the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to'n up
    But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up
    My mother****** done got hisself into a spot
    I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot
    If we gon' do this, we could this, but i'm trippin off
    The factor that these bastards put me through this
    Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie
    Now i gots to do some *************t, to leave yo' kids lonely
    The level of my life should be higher
    Told e-roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire
    Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned
    Off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm
    Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk
    You got a gat, i got a gat - now is you requestin funk?
    They said no, e-roc yelled, "trick!!"
    When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch
    Chorus: boots
    When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
    When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
    When we start the revolution, all they, probably do is snitch!
    ..
    When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
    When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
    When we start this revolution, all they, probably do is snitch!
    [boots]
    I used to work at mickey d's
    And to my old buster-ass manager, licky deez
    Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease
    And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees
    I would despise flippin fries, i guess his *************-ass
    Thought he was the *************t, with his little red and gold tie
    I asked him why i couldn't get mo' hours
    He said it must be cause i lacked the mental powers
    If i was smart then i would be in his position
    I left his nose in a busted up condition
    Only came back for my last check to pay me off
    He told me then, that he wasn't gonna lay me off
    Said i should quit and it would be to my enjoyment
    I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment
    To all the managers, on all the *************fts
    When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch!
    Chorus
    ..
    [boots]
    Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa
    Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla
    Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path
    But i do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath
    Punk asses like you is just here for confusion
    Be abusin rhetoric, and it's slightly amusin
    You be cruisin all the networks, ebony and jet works
    'long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth?
    If you ain't talkin bout endin exploitation
    Then you just another sambo in syndication
    Always sayin words that's gon' bring about elation
    Never doin *************t, that's gon' bring us vindication
    And while we gettin strangled by the slave-wage grippers
    You wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business?
    So you'll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch
    Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch!
    (snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch..)
    Chorus
    [ragga chat]
    Busterismology, we don't want it no sir
    Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer
    Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer
    Busterismology, it only fi bustas (2x)
    [pam the funkstress]
    Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeah
    This is the pam the funkstress
    Comin at you, on the microphone like thisss
    About to break it down and let you know
    What busterismology is all about
    A buster is a mother****** who will sell you out
    For a glass of water when it's raining
    Busterism is what busters do
    And last but not least, busterismology
    Is the study of all these mother******s to learn
    If you do not know, now you know
    What busterismology is all about
    Nine-eight (nine-eight) the coup (the coup)
    Boots (boots) and me pam the funkstress
    (pam the funkstress)