笨小笨Oh No (Explicit)歌词由Busta Rhymes演唱，出自专辑《Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God》，下面是《Oh No (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Oh No (Explicit)歌词完整版
B***h what's the problem
F**k you talkin' 'bout my n***a
I got 'em
Dready
I got 'em
B***h what's the problem
F**k you talkin' 'bout
N***a I got 'em
Need I remind 'em
They must've forgotten
F**k this b***h up from the top to the bottom
Kill 'em all 'til they decay and they rotten
Whip s**t I can't pronounce just know it's foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I'm making 'em sick again b***h go 'head vomit
B***h what's the problem
F**k you talkin' 'bout
N***a I got 'em
Me takin' L's that talk is so uncommon
And s**t hide they s**t before my n***as rob 'em
You better off dead or probably playin' possum
And stay on the ground 'cause there's no better option
Then f**k up this b***h with another concoction
Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun
Shotgun
B***h what's the problem
F**k you talkin' 'bout my n***a
I got 'em
Clown n***as from miles away we still spot 'em
Man f**k around and end up on a milk carton
N***a wonderin' who shot him
Grave located don't post these n***as garden
Pop n***as up now watch how I'ma rock 'em
I chop a brick up now watch how they gon' cop 'em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop 'em
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop 'em
Plot against us then watch how we just stop 'em
What we 'posed to do
N***a from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the f**k is they gon' stop him
Clout thirsty n***as on the 'gram we block 'em
Pull up and watch the way the b***hes flock 'em
Flocka Waka Flocka
Most you n***as really caca
And
Get the pass and meet Mavaca
And
B***h you know I keep the choppa
And
Every single time I pop up
And
Pop I make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop
Pop I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you n***as can f**k with my clique
I say Oh no no
No
How could he be better
N***a could be never oh no no
No
F**k the building up promoters screaming out Oh no no
No
Until they shut us down they got every hood fiending like Oh no no
No
B***h what's the problem
F**k you talkin' 'bout
N***a I got 'em
Watch how I
How I wack 'em and I sock 'em
Outer space with it how I Mr Spock 'em
Then cop me a planet f**k it up like Saddam
Batmobile whippin' pullin' up to Gotham
Chamomile sippin' countin' blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill b***hes know I beg your pardon
Your pardon
B***h what's the problem
How we f**k s**t up my n***a
I got 'em
Y'all n***as know that what we do is awesome
You're better off leavin' purchase you a coffin
A coffin
You gon' thank me in the morning
You know I keep shootin' the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do s**t that keep all of you n***as talkin'
B***h what's the problem
F**k you talkin' 'bout my n***a
I got 'em
F**k s**t up here and all the way to Scotland
And bruck him up where there's no reason to pop him
And talk my s**t clear while every speaker knockin'
Motherf**ker got 'em flockin'
I talk to the streets that be my final calling
Walk and go sleep that be your final warning
Flocka Waka Flocka
Most you n***as really caca
And
Get the pass and meet Mavaca
And
B***h you know I keep the choppa
And
Every single time I pop up
And
Pop I make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop
Pop I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you n***as can f**k with my clique
I say Oh no no
No
How could he be better
N***a could be never oh no no
No
F**k the building up promoters screaming out Oh no no
No
Until they shut us down they got every hood fiending like Oh no no
No
