featuring Greg Nice

[Greg Nice] Hella hella hella 1997 style hey hey hey hey

What what? Hey hey hey hey

Hey hey hey hey hey hey

[Busta Rhymes] Greg Nice Busta Rhymes in the place to be

And for the whole entire world to see

Fuckin up your whole entire par ty

Chorus: Greg Nice Busta RHymes

Busta Rhymes and Greg Nice we never fa il

(You won't te ll I won't te ll)

My shit stay fresh never ever ever stale

(You won't te-ll, I won't te-ll)

Foot shock to your ass just like the third ra-il

(You won't te-ll, I won't te-ll)

Snitches get stitches when they go to ja-il

(You won't te-ll, I won't te-ll)

Verse One: Greg Nice

Sometimes I feel like Bobby's World

Rocked the mic, before jheri curl

Single, mingle, no main girl

On the low, like Secret Squirrel

Uhh! It's time to Patti Duke

So shake whatcha mamma gave ya like Luke

It's Greg N-I always down to juice

Too much Hennesey make ya puke

Now I bust on indo dreams

Uhh, I don't be fuckin with keys

Rock the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's

I could write a song make a hundred G's

You went back to high school, nuthin but a tease

Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please Please

Walkin down the street wit yo'

box in your hand... hot damn!

I never drove a Lex dog, never drove a Land

or a Testarossa, rather puff L's

and I sip on mimosa, bedroom wall

homegirl have my poster, I'm not surprised

That's the way it's supposed to, makes ya hot

Much hotter than a toaster, style elevates

like a roller coaster

Chorus

Verse Two