harem and when I can't bear em, I share em You see it's like no, pass it off, pass pass the puss I ain't a nerd, but WE'VE GOT BUSH So cut the bush
Beyonce' - You know you really, really, really, really, want to be with me So why don't you stop beating around the bush
I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push So I won't push you, baby So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby Stop beatin' 'round the bush Let's get
is you want from me Don't beat around the bush if you want my body If you can want it, girl, I got it, got it Come and get with me Girl, I turn your body
im tha ph- enom , not ready for primetime , be on extinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone pass tha fuck out , somethin stinkin , could it be tha skunk? or could it be that body
aint from the city nigga stay within the margin Right now Im in the Royce got quad at home chargin Large and in charge yeah I be that beat And yeah Bush
leave this body now I'm gonna leave this body now You got it, You got it You got it, You got it I'm gonna leave this body now I'm gonna leave this body
my flute Yeah, she was so cute I said I like the way you move around Do you wanna get down? I wanted to take her home with me Behind the bush and up
muschi, so you can't squish No where near toosh, in fact if I jump out a bush And sneak attack's the only was I say I am bush Outlandish are these
s like trying smoke crap and go to sleep, i'm strapped it's known any minute i could snap, i'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped i bully
of all men I mean the... Creme de la creme a schemer... Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima... True professional 2... (DJ CLUE!) Now that Bush is president nigga
Yeah yeah I had a six pack of beer in the bushes The weekend I turned 18 I snuck out the back while my mom and dad Watched Johnny Carson on TV Well I
't here for that Goin' out like Big and Pac I fear for that Take this lambo and put six holes in it Shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it
, ooo ooo I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push I won't push you baby So come on, come on, come on, come on baby Stop beatin' round the bush, hey
hysteria 'Cause I'm bury a big one inside your private area All hell is in your tush When Koo G. Rap push pushes inside this bush Another' home girl
arrange the rover Nigga trade ya rover for the redrum stains you sober (Chorus: Kool G. Rap [Chino XL]) We could've came from out the bushes
saying the problem's over when they locked that man up Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning Battle for America's soul, the devil's winning The President is Bush