Bus-A-Bus
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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The Bus-a-Bus
The Bus-a-Bus
The Bus-a-Bus
Rockin' to the beat
(Flipmode, motherfucker, Flipmode, y'all)
The Bus-a-Bus
The Bus-a-Bus
The Bus-a-Bus
Rockin' to the beat
(Yeah, yea-yeah, yeah, yea-yeah, yeah)

Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin' this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin' gently, whip the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty with gifts you sent me
Then you broke the last rule, frontin' like we was mad cool
You damn fool, come around frontin' wearin' your man's jewels
Play the part, they want me to start shit
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market
Peep how we're movin' this, keep improvin' this
See, you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin' this
Have a ball, I'm not mad at cy'all, where the alcohol?
I ain't messin' witchyou at all, girl your ass too small
Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
And try to fight it off the fact that you wack and your light is off
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do

The Bus-a-Bus (aw, come on, keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Ay, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, y-yo, yo, all in together now)
The Bus-a-Bus (aw, come on, keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (oh, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus, (uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)

Turn it off!
Turn me back on, go get your mack on
And keep the track goin' and latch on, hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Tipsy off a little Cristi', a little Chandon
Barbecue back at the mansion, feel like a champion
Collapse on, my thing orthopedic to rest your back on
Nowadays, Flipmode money be runnin' mad North
Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long
Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you
Mind you, my system be bangin', adjust my EQ
Peek-a-boo, we not seekin' you, focus on beatin' you
There's only one of me, 'cause you copy there might be three of you
Classic and so essential, we monumental
Powerful, we presidential, we bomb your mental
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

The Bus-a-Bus (ay, come on, let's keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (oh, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)
The Bus-a-Bus (ay, come on, let's keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (oh, yeah, I like just what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus, (uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)

Hit me off!
You Speak & Spell and freak it well, son
No need to dwell, checkin' the mail, my pockets swell
Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
Is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with
You little idiot, I exile you and your X-File
You and your next trial, and demolish your little wack style
Black child, I'm takin offensive, we too impressive
To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive
Turn up the fader, ain't nothin' greater
Still a little hater be gettin' paper, go meet your maker
Undertaker, now go shake whatchya momma gave ya
Shaker, shaker now we trippin' the circuit breaker
Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

The Bus-a-Bus (aw, come on, let's keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (oh, yeah, I like what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)
The Bus-a-Bus (oh, come on, keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (oh, yeah, I like this, what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus, (uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo, all in together now)
The Bus-a-Bus (yeah, aye, yeah, keep movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (oh, yeah, I like what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (uh!)
Rockin' to the beat
(Ayo, ayo, yo, y-yo, yo, yo)
The Bus-a-Bus (yo, come on, keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (yeah, I like what you doin')
The Bus-a-Bus (uh!)
Rockin' to the beat




(Ayo, yo, y-yo, yo, all in together now)
The

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Busta Rhymes's song "Do the Bus a Bus" are a showcase of his highly energetic and distinctive style, with rapid fire rhymes and an explosive beat. The song mostly consists of Busta Rhymes boasting about his wealth and prowess, urging listeners to keep dancing and enjoying the music. The chorus repeats the phrase "The Bus-a-Bus" multiple times, referring to Busta Rhymes himself, and encourages listeners to keep "rockin' to the beat."


The main theme of the song is Busta Rhymes's success and his ability to keep people dancing and having a good time. He flaunts his wealth and implies that he is untouchable, taking shots at anyone who tries to bring him down. The lyrics also contain some humorous wordplay and clever rhymes, as is typical of Busta Rhymes's style.


Overall, "Do the Bus a Bus" is a highly entertaining and energetic rap song that showcases Busta Rhymes's talent and personality.


Line by Line Meaning

The Bus-a-Bus
Calling himself "Bus-a-Bus" as a nickname and persona


Rockin' to the beat
Enjoying and dancing to the music


Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Showing off his wealth and success on national television


Mastermind gettin' this paper now cross the fine line
Using his intelligence to make money in risky ways


Money plenty sippin' gently, whip the Bentley
Being surrounded by luxury and enjoying it


My Bentley runneth over empty with gifts you sent me
Receiving extravagant gifts from admirers, but not feeling fulfilled


Then you broke the last rule, frontin' like we was mad cool
Someone betrayed him by pretending to be friends when they weren't


You damn fool, come around frontin' wearin' your man's jewels
Calling out someone for wearing stolen jewelry


Play the part, they want me to start shit
Feeling pressured to engage in drama for attention


Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market
Being competitive and aiming to be at the top of the industry


Peep how we're movin' this, keep improvin' this
Noticing the success and improvement of their music career


See, you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin' this
Acknowledging the fans who love their music and style


Have a ball, I'm not mad at cy'all, where the alcohol?
Encouraging the audience to have fun and party with him


I ain't messin' witchyou at all, girl your ass too small
Rejecting advances from someone who doesn't meet his standards


Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
Buying expensive items and writing them off as business expenses


And try to fight it off the fact that you wack and your light is off
Calling out a person for lacking talent and having no success


Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
Provoking a rival and daring them to compete


I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Questioning the loyalty and integrity of his competition


Turn me back on, go get your mack on
Telling someone to leave him alone and focus on their own pursuits


Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Encouraging the crowd to dance and enjoy the music


Peek-a-boo, we not seekin' you, focus on beatin' you
Ignoring distractions and focusing on defeating his rivals


There's only one of me, 'cause you copy there might be three of you
Asserting his uniqueness and calling out others for copying his style


Classic and so essential, we monumental
Proud of the timeless and influential nature of their music


Powerful, we presidential, we bomb your mental
Being confident and dominant in the music industry


Hit me off!
Starting a new section of the song with enthusiasm


You Speak & Spell and freak it well, son
Praising someone for their impressive rapping skills


No need to dwell, checkin' the mail, my pockets swell
Receiving lots of money through his music career


Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
His music sounds unique and innovative


Is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with
Staying loyal to and representing his friends and crew


You little idiot, I exile you and your X-File
Insulting someone for their stupidity and promising to cut them off


You and your next trial, and demolish your little wack style
Threatening to defeat and overshadow someone's bad music


Black child, I'm takin offensive, we too impressive
Being defensive of his music and crew against critics


To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive
The impressive and lavish lifestyle of his crew is apparent to everyone


Turn up the fader, ain't nothin' greater
Increasing the volume and energy of the music


Still a little hater be gettin' paper, go meet your maker
Calling out someone who is jealous of his success but is still making money


Undertaker, now go shake whatchya momma gave ya
Encouraging someone to dance and have fun


Shaker, shaker now we trippin' the circuit breaker
Dancing so hard that the power goes out


Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Enjoying the party and becoming more wild and energetic


Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Celebrating and having fun with drinks and good music




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Russell W. Simmons, Lawrence Smith, James Bromley Spicer, Trevor Smith

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