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