Look Over Your Shoulder (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

de Busta Rhymes

I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Hahahaha
Lego

Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupee, hey
I get what you get in ten years, in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J.
If you get what I get, what would you say?
She wax it all off, Mr. Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

Look at me now
Look at me now, oh
I'm getting paper
Look at me now, oh
Look at me now, yeah
Fresher than a motherfucker

Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
Cause I'm killing every nigga
That try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick
If you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
Ops, I said on my dick
I ain't really mean to say "on my dick"
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say "hi" to it
I'm done

Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling when your doing that thing over there, homie
(Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey)
Let's go

Cause I feel like I'm running and I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop cause you know I gotta win everyday day, day (go)
See, they don't really wanna pop me (no)
Just know that you never flop me (oh)
And I know that I can be a little cocky (no)
You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come a nigga gotta set it
Then I gotta go
And then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow
And then I gotta shudder any little thing
That nigga think he be doing
Cause it doesn't matter
Cause I'm gonna dada
Then I'm gonna murder everything
And anything, a badaboom, a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things
And make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I'm always winning
And I gotta get it again and again and again and again

And I be doing it to death
And now I move a little foul
A nigga better call a ref
And everybody know my style
And niggas know I'm the the best
When it come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest
And I bang in the east
And I bang in the west
And I come to give you more
And I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street
Or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next? (let's go)

See the way we on
And we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go
Don't try to keep up with the pace
We struggling and hustling
And sending in and getting in
And always gotta take it
To another place, gotta taste it
And I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through his traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it (have it), have it (have it)

Look at me now
Look at me now, oh
I'm getting paper
Look at me now, oh
Look at me now, yeah
Fresher than a motherfucker

Man, fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'?
I'm Lil Tunechi
I'm a nuisance
I go stupid
I go dumb like the three stooges
I don't eat sushi
I'm the shit
No, I'm pollution
No substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi
Pussy juicy, I
Never gave a fuck about a hater
Got money on my radar
Dress like a skater
Got a big house, came with a elevator
You, niggas, ain't eatin'
Fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said "shoot 'em" and I said "okay"
If you wanted bullshit, then I'm like olay
I don't care what you say
So don't even speak
Your girlfriend a freak
Like Cirque Du Soleil
That's word to my flag
And my flag red
I'm out of my head, bitch
I'm outta my mind
From the bottom, I climb
You ain't hotter than mine, nope
Not on my time and I'm not even trying
What's poppin' Slime?
Nothin' five
And if they trippin' fuck 'em five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive
These niggas as sweet as pumpkin' pie
Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight, bitch
I'm enticing
Guiding light
And my pockets white
And my diamonds white
And my mommas nice
And my daddy's dead
You faggots scared
Cause I'm too wild
Been here for a while
I was like "fuck trial"
I puts it down
I'm so Young Money
If you got eyes, look at me now, bitch