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