Issue No 119 Bust Ya Melon Lyrics


Bust Ya Melon by Issue No. 119

For deceased peeps that would eat in the crib
Wanna creep on a beat deep
Didn't even have to speak mad unique
Never know what you have till it has to leave!
Me? See, I been around the block
Like a nigga trying to cop when it's hot
A vet will get in an out the spot under watch
Still get away clean, never sleep if you blink
I'mma daydream! Gone!
Born healthy the good lord gave all blessings
And let a sick world infect me, yep!
I guess 20 years of school wasn't enough test
So he added drugs mathematics guns rough sex, uh!
My ' chick say, jun, you're the shit!
Dirty lick have that cat purring like'
Slave to the rhythm this is what it's all about
Nigga in the field shit is real catching cotton mouth
Without a doubt!

Hook:
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon

Watch the way he twirl, dutches
I don't think the world love us
Seeing little girls suffer
Correcting the calibration so the picture was clear
Visionary baritone for the hearing impaired.
Young mothers abuse cold lovers no rubbers
So the younglings coming every other summer
Wondering the streets with her toddler in the pouring rain
Looking for support off adults getting off the caines
Still lost in all they pain! Misery
Don't always love company
Or want your sympathy
I dig it to the 10th degree
Everybody doing them
Play the fool chase around them hooligans
I'mma develop a transatlantic monorail
First stop London next ft. Lauderdale
Calgary, make a dream reality
Ya god ' testify I went from broke to decent salary

Hook:
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon


Ease ya brain (goon!)
Eggs in a frying pan
Kids wanna rep the same colors as Spiderman
No matter what I try to tell my little live man
He keep banging like a drummer in a live band.
A young man but to him he a gremlin
And he get it in so what the fuck ca I tell him?
I pray lord watch when he not in school
On Facebook he say 'hey, '' I try to drop a jewel
In Jim Crow we wasn't trying to get lynched
Crabs in a bucket trying not to get pinched
Funny how mobsters get found with lobsters
Freaking imposters live long and prosper
You can sit here stay in hell
Or find a good position you can fit in and play it well
Smell the bullshit a mile away
Ain't a minute promised
Do something to make you smile today
That's what I would say

Hook:
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon
Making shit guarantee the bust ya melon

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