Buss It Up - VYBZ Kartel, Kano

First thing first

Step inna di the club

Bush to di bone

Versace from Rome

From shoes to di dome

Givenchi cologne

From Germany Cologne

Mek gyal inna di zone

Won’t leave us alone

It’s…Kano, Kartelli and Corleon

Fi di tugs wa nuh crown

You got your own crown

Fi di girls wah lef home

Come a party alone

You gots to get down

You gots to get roun'

Here’s…mi phone number, call mi cell phone

Jus memba, seh mi nuh answer unknown

Distinguish (ed)

Girls you got me singing Queen’s English

Now mi got you mind blown

So mi ready when you ready fi score di touchdown

Two foot inna di air, nuh time fi touch groun'

She a blow like referee soun'

Uefa first roun'

She a scream out seh she just foun'

Buss it up, buss it up, buss it up!

Guns in your waist

Don’t shoot up the place

But when you hear this, and

Buss it up, buss it up, buss it up!

New night, same shit

I’m mackin' again

I got gash all over

I’m back in the ends

Sell out like an O and dro

Yep, that’s the new flow

It’s so amazing

How I get radio to place this

Let’s go

Don’t mean low, like where my face is

Big like bows that’s in my laces

And, jeez, don’t you believe

I hope you can just keep up with the rhymes

Eh, I’m back

You know that I’m back

So don’t get m-m-m-mad

And oh it’s a wrap

Niggas didn’t know I could chat

With flows like d-d-d-d-dat

Oh, what a little bit of cash can do to the kid

One front, one back

Two different chicks

Yes, I’m new and I’m fresh

You’re past your sell by date

Like the food in your fridge

The booth isn’t lit

I’m just spitting fire

You should retire

I can get low and hide like Mariah

I’m too

Buss it up in the air

Eh, rude boy stop looking in my face

I see you looking in my face and ting, cuh

We keep it bopping in the raves and ting, brah

Them niggas making all the papes and ting, cause

We ain’t into none of that wasteman ting