Uh, ha! Uh, ha! Uh, ha! Uh, ha! Uh, ha! Uh
Yes y'all throw your up real high see where the people in the world is at Where you at L L Busta Rhymes check it out
Two big ballers keep the blending, who? black Ceaser I didn't like the ending Why? we two jiggy niggas always making Too many million dollar
Abbreviation, L L, I'm platinum every time, it's Aiyo we serious when we millions High rolling to the max, extra big
Uh, huh, a third of my deposit I'll buy your crib plus the clothes in the closet Take your current chickens then take ex-chickens Shake it down for hey, now she jump shaking
Gotta on making it high Gotta on making it high keep on making it high Gotta keep on it high
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far a villain Two hundred and pounds, you're half shilling Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow water spilling You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top
Aiyo, I your empty-ass cup needs some refilling Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you illing You know she's willing, 'cos honey's a star Clothes coming off like in front of Mecca
Aiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger chubby checker In the process of the jolt she might the Black & Decker The reason being, I work my right Handcraft the cake till it's just right
Gotta on making it high keep on making it high Gotta on making it high Gotta keep on making it
Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean C'mon, you gotta ride it You shake it all night baby it, shake it
Just lean left, lean right, front, lean back C'mon shake it, shake it, c'mon shake it, just break it You gotta ride it baby, Busta bust Mr. mode yo, let's sing a little something for the song
Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas, your ways Busta Mr We on the track, I always the lah I always catch a
Aiyo, make a nigga wig push back Like he gotta touch a here for men cap He went dreadlocks to Ceasers Now he called brothers shaving bums is nasty Kid so watch
I be the B U S T A R H Y M E S Full of finesse, lyrically And I'm the double L, C dash O, O, L Period J my leers on the runway, bust
Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr. You, God Is it the Aiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a boy
Mizzy busy for bissi Mizzy kizzi let the dizzi Just a lesson for you MC's 'Cos don't make no rhymes like these, period
is bond, ah man I had a time working with you Mr. Smith Do you they'll ever recover? I have no idea, I see is in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up throw hands in the air Just have a good time and them around Throw your in the air, word up, word up, word up Mr. Smith and Rhymes get down
get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and with me, me, me C'mon baby, you I'm Audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas, your ways son Ah man splash a little bit of on niggas Ah man in a and fun loving way You know, Yeah, you know
Like a bit of ice waters and shit man You need to chill down put your shades on kid Cool the off put your shades on baby
Shine, nigga put shades on Niggas leaning like they deformed or something Ha, fix your You like like in that commercial