(feat. Q-Tip)

[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]



My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees

Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these

Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees

Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchees

Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's

Constipated... too much extra cheese

Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's

I met some Siamese twins from overseas.. Lebanese

Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans

They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese

Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese

She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies

The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees

Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese

Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys

And rob me for my G's

Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree's and my Ph.D's

Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese

You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze

Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees



[Chorus:]



I caught that ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word

That ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word

Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd.

[I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]

[That ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]

[So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd]

[I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]



[Verse Two: Q-Tip]



I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat

Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete

Come off complete

And you need