It's Over
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Bus-a-Bus, baby, baby

Now pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this

See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie, baby? Touch me right there
Make me lose my mind, baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there

See how I'm drillin' 'em, baby?
It's Bus-a-Bus back, bitch, I'm killin' 'em crazy
We off the Relaxic, I'm spillin' the gravy
Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy

To be the latest greatest for all you niggaz from gazing
Bugatti, off white, tan, interior pastry
See my swagger sharp like that, these niggaz amaze me
As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me, enough of that

We be up in the club, niggaz sportin' them minks
Tipsy in the club, nigga buyin' 'em drinks
Walk around, lookin' like our shit don't stink
Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink

Okay, now I got me a clear view
I like it when you get up and I'm lovin' ya hairdo
The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you
The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through

Appreciate my presence, while I shine wit' a barrel
I came up wit' cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue
Shorty ain't checkin' for you, step to the way I do
Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to
Now she was sayin'

See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie, baby? Touch me right there
Is that Dr. Dre, baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there

Pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this
What you sayin', Missy?

Pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this

We got some shit for that ass
Come on, give it to me
We got some shit for that ass
Come on, give it to me
We got some shit for that ass
Come on, give it to me
We got some shit for that ass, girl

Bounce back, brand new on the scene, what?
Took a little minute, I'm back with the re-up
Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut
Shorty's lost her head, see all the koochies I cream up

I love the way she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up
It's gettin' hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up
Amazed by the pinky, neck and wrist be gleaming up
How I dominate the scene, how a nigga be cleaning up

I see you liking everything, you see me and you
You frowning on your girl, like you ain't willing to share boo
The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you
Ya girl looking like she wit' it, she can come in too
You get impatient Ma, show you just how the kid move

I'm bangin' in the truck, and let her watch in the rearview
See we don't really care about the niggaz who came through
Over there 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do
So check it, baby

See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie, baby? Touch me right there
Make me lose my mind, baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there

See, it don't matter what ya doin' over there
See, we gets it poppin', that's how we do it over here
That's if we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here

Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here, nigga




See, it don't matter what ya doin over there
See, we gets it poppin', that's how we do it over here

Overall Meaning

In Busta Rhymes's song "It's Over," he showcases his swagger and dominance in the rap game, asserting himself as the life of the party. The chorus is a call to touch his "nookie," which he emphasizes throughout the song. He boasts about his style, his diamonds, and his ability to command the attention of the club. Busta also boasts about his ability to dominate the competition, all while having a good time. The lyrics paint a picture of Busta as a powerful and confident figure who is in his element when he is in the club.


In the verses, Busta continues to assert his dominance over the competition. He raps about his "swagger sharp," and how he creates "a frenzy" whenever he performs. He also strips down his opposition, telling them to "salute [him] and praise [him]." Busta also name-drops Dr. Dre, further cementing his status as a powerful figure in the rap game. The song's chorus continues to emphasize Busta's desire for physical touch, specifically in his "nookie." He further boasts about his diamond-encrusted jewelry and his ability to attract women. Ultimately, the song is a celebration of Busta's prowess, both as a rapper and as a man.


Line by Line Meaning

Bus-a-Bus, baby, baby
Opening line of the song


Now pop yo' collars like this Bottles up like this Side to side like this Holla if ya like this
Invitation to the listener to join in with the fun and party


See the ass? Touch me right there Wanna touch my nookie, baby? Touch me right there Make me lose my mind, baby? Touch me right there Party over here, ain't shit over there
Suggestive lyrics, enticing someone to come join the party and be part of the action


See how I'm drillin' 'em, baby? It's Bus-a-Bus back, bitch, I'm killin' 'em crazy We off the Relaxic, I'm spillin' the gravy Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy
Busta Rhymes asserts his dominance and popularity in the music scene, boasting of his success in filling clubs and getting people hyped up


To be the latest greatest for all you niggaz from gazing Bugatti, off white, tan, interior pastry See my swagger sharp like that, these niggaz amaze me As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me, enough of that
Continuing on the theme of boasting about his success, Busta Rhymes also seems to call out others in the industry for looking up to him and recognizing his greatness.


We be up in the club, niggaz sportin' them minks Tipsy in the club, nigga buyin' 'em drinks Walk around, lookin' like our shit don't stink Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink
Describing the scene of the party with men wearing minks and buying drinks, showing off their wealth and status


Okay, now I got me a clear view I like it when you get up and I'm lovin' ya hairdo The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through
Busta Rhymes shifts to admiring a woman, describing her appearance and how attracted he is to her


Appreciate my presence, while I shine wit' a barrel I came up wit' cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue Shorty ain't checkin' for you, step to the way I do Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to Now she was sayin'
Busta Rhymes continues to try and impress the woman, showing off and making it clear that he is the best option for her to be with


We got some shit for that ass Come on, give it to me We got some shit for that ass Come on, give it to me We got some shit for that ass Come on, give it to me We got some shit for that ass, girl
Explicit lyrics charging the mood of the party even more, continuing to provoke and excite


Bounce back, brand new on the scene, what? Took a little minute, I'm back with the re-up Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut Shorty's lost her head, see all the koochies I cream up
Busta Rhymes declares he's back on the music scene, with a fresh new cut and ready to take over again, causing women to get excited and want to come join in the fun


I love the way she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up It's gettin' hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up Amazed by the pinky, neck and wrist be gleaming up How I dominate the scene, how a nigga be cleaning up
Busta Rhymes seems to enjoy how much women enjoy being around him and describes the scene of the party once more, noting the heat and luxury of the space


See you liking everything, you see me and you You frowning on your girl, like you ain't willing to share boo The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you Ya girl looking like she wit' it, she can come in too You get impatient Ma, show you just how the kid move I'm bangin' in the truck, and let her watch in the rearview
Busta Rhymes continues to flirt with a woman and suggests they go somewhere more private, also noting that her friend can come if she is also interested.


See, it don't matter what ya doin' over there See, we gets it poppin', that's how we do it over here That's if we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here, nigga See, it don't matter what ya doin over there See, we gets it poppin', that's how we do it over here
The chorus repeats to emphasize the idea that the party they are having is the best and all other parties pale in comparison.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, MELISSA A ELLIOTT, TREVOR SMITH

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@Sham_Antand

Proof that he really is one of the best to ever grabbed a mic

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