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Yes y'all throw hands up real high Let's see where the in the world is at Where you at With L L Busta check it out
Two big keep the juice blending, who? Fuck black Ceaser I like the ending Why? 'Cos we two jiggy always making Too many dollar affiliations
Abbreviation, L L, I'm platinum every time, serious Aiyo we serious when we millions High rolling to the max, big willing
Uh, huh, with a third of my I'll buy whole crib plus the clothes in the closet Take your chickens then take your ex-chickens Shake it down for papers hey, now she jump
Gotta on making it high Gotta on making it high keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far a villain Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're shilling Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water You know the rules of the giz-ame, and top billing
Aiyo, I think your cup needs some refilling Let me my milk on your back, watch you start illing You she's willing, 'cos honey's a star trekker Clothes off like jewels in front of Mecca
Aiyo, cock diesel baby girl, than chubby checker In the process of the jolt she feel the Black & Decker The reason being, I my tool right Handcraft the cake till it's baked just
keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it Gotta keep on it high Gotta keep on it high
Just lean left, lean right, front, lean back C'mon, you gotta ride it You gotta shake it all night it, shake it
Just lean left, right, lean front, lean back shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just break it You ride it baby, Busta bust Mr. Smith Flip yo, let's sing a little something for the song
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm Fellas get up out you seat, seat, Don't be me, me, me
Uh, you niggas, change your ways bust Mr We on the track, I always the lah I always catch a
Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig push he gotta touch a bottom 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 of finesse, lyrically complex And I'm the double L, C 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
gizzy busy for bissi Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm Just a lesson for you MC's y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period
is bond, ah man I had a good time working with you Mr. Do you think ever recover? I have no idea, I see niggas is in and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up throw your in the air Just have a time and wave them around Throw your hands in the air, up, word up, word up Mr. and Busta Rhymes get down
Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm Fellas get up out you seat, seat, be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas, change ways son Ah man splash a little bit of on niggas Ah man in a and fun loving 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 the fuck off put your shades on baby
Shine, put them shades on Niggas leaning like they deformed or something Ha, fix your You like like in that commercial