Busta Rhymes - La La (feat. Tity Boy) lyrics

David, David, David, David, David Banner Sittin' in the Caddy, Wright like Betty Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy Hip hop addict, hip hop addict Man I swear I'm on top like the attic Yeah b**h, I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries f** me, I'm all about Oui like Paris Hilton Presidential Suite already I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her daddy I'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket Or Diego Coralles, n***a keep jabbin' See my style it varies, like d** in an alley My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, n***a write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes apparently A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her you k** me and n***a I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground and my daughter is my sky I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly 4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin' n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss First some hyphee, thump it like a piston And when I'm in Detroit, I'll be ballin' like a Piston Boy, and did I mention I fly like a pigeon Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream but the bottle's Caviar Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin' You told me sip this then call me in the morning And I vow I never trust another one In my life and then I got horny Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet See I ain't goin' nowhere, b**h You know a n***a been home honey Money f**in' retarded, called it down syndrome money My cake sick sh**, been diagnosed sickle cell brain My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing Sing or way down to Comstock These b**hes call me bling king, I sh** when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over n***as flawless in D-Cla** Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean gla** They movin' on a n***a as I walk through the valley, ready? And zoom in with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you n***a's can't believe Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet I sit and master my vision and ma**acre the planet I hope you n***a's know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper, n***a's know I'm handlin' my biz Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' n***a I'm the sh**, get the f** up out my toilet