I’m Talkin lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Verse 1]
n*gga, what's up? You think you tough
I'm fly as sh*t, high as a b*tch, dope as f*ck
Sho' nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the f*cking enemies
You would think there's f*cking ten of me
When I'm sending these blows, blows
Hoes wanna roll like hydro
Wanna suck Timbaland's bone like you Fido
I go, scoop Lil' Kim, me, she, her, them and him
Gets high in The Tunnel
They see my Lexus comin', they hear the bass rumblin'
They come quick, they come quick like a di*k
I make myself sick, I'm so motherf*ckin' bad to the bone
Like my titties on full blown

[Chorus]
My style of rappin (My style)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm su-su-such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah)
My style's the bomb diggy (My style)
My style of rappin' (Yeah)
Su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (Uhm, mmm)
My style's the bomb diggy (Brrr)
[Verse 2]
I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me (Oh), can't see me (Oh), I'm low like tint (Oh-oh, oh)
Ladies and gents, dogs, cats, and babies
Whoever bit my style I hope you croak from the rabies (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
Swayze, maybe I call your name, ain't that a f*cking shame (Oh, oh)
I'm too high for that, I'm great like the dane (Oh-oh, oh)
Mane on main if you decide to put your hands
On my f*cking mic (Oh, oh), like the cigarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn from the pro
Who rock shows after shows, when it rains, it pours
I hurt like the cold souls, my style polishes like nails and toes
You know (My style)

[Chorus]
My style of rappin' (It's such a good)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good, I'm such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (I give)
My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style)
My style of rappin' (I'm such)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah)
My style's the bomb diggy (Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm)

[Verse 3]
You beg to be put on like pants
n*gga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your stanky ass
Well, I'm sorry Sam, God damn
You ain't family, you hounding me
Pounding me with the same old story, ah, you bore me
Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
Sorry cutie, why you go and shake your bootie?
'Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
The triple beam, the misdemean, n*gga queen
Whoomp, we Tag Team
So hot we melt like ice cream
Without the di*k riding
Dreams of smoking a California blunt
I got the lyrics to make you feel it
Huh, what you want n*gga?
[Bridge]
I'm talking about my style
(I am the flyest there is, and now)
I'm (Yeah) talking about my style (I'm talking, talking, I'm talking to ya)
(Let me tell you about Missy's style)

[Chorus]
My style of rappin' (Oh, my)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper (See I'm su-su-such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah)
My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style)
My style of rappin' (It's such)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good)
I give you good and plenty (Good, good, good, good)
My style's the bomb diggy

[Outro]
Hey, Timbaland be talkin' more sh*t
And Lil' Kim be talkin' more-more sh*t-sh*t
Da Brat be talkin' more-more-more sh*t-sh*t
Busta Rhymes be talkin' more sh*t, talkin' more sh*t
702 talk sh*t-sh*t, ah
And Aaliyah talk sh*t-sh*t-sh*t
Ginuwine-wine talkin' more-more-more sh*t-sh*t
And I be talkin' more sh*t
And Total be talkin' more sh*t
Maganoo an-and Saint-saint Nick, we be talkin' sh*t
We be talkin' sh*t, I-I, I, I, uh-huh
And Jimmy talkin' sh*t too I, I
We out
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