Got your girl’s t#tt#es
Mounted on my mantle
Thumbin’ through these stacks
b#tch, I got a handful
A lot is going on
Nothing I can’t handle
Ya mom feeding me grapes
She my fan, hoe
What would Broski do
Prolly not act a fool like you
Got Daltino tending to my gardens
I can’t lose
His aunties are coming through
Give or take one or two
Offering their prayers
While they kneel they blow my flute
Woo Hah!! Woo Hah!!
‘Bout to Busta double-time
Ooh yah, ooh yah hope she like Alkaline
She knowns sign language
So I’m in the box with gang signs
Woo Hah!! Woo Hah!!
She love it when I Busta rhyme
Their main takeaway is they feel ethereal
I take the pain away like I’m magisterial
So raise your glass when you toast me
Repeat after me: Here Comes the Broski
From the left, from the right
Better be safe, get inside
From the left, from the right
ENTER THE BROSKI; you better hide
Shot a Bop to the Top
Make this a High School Musical
This that type of murder
You’ll need a closed casket funeral
Killing the pen game
This red ink staining my cuticles
Let’s take this out on campus
I whip out the Smith and Wesson
I’m gonna teach you a lesson
Loudspeakers stressin’
“Go and count your blessin’s”
Just when you think I’m letting go
I go for seconds
Gonna ’bouta finna send them to
The pearly gates
Like same-day shipping
I can hardly wait
My heart is pounding from excitement
Watch the blood percolate
Every step that I take I ascend
And start to levitate
From the left, from the right
Better be safe, get inside
From the left, from the right
ENTER THE BROSKI; you better hide
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Broski McBrosef Lyrics – ENTER THE BROSKI