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Yes y'all throw your hands up high Let's see the people in the world is at you at shorty? With L L Busta Rhymes it out
Two big ballers the juice blending, who? black Ceaser I didn't like the ending Why? we two jiggy niggas always making Too million dollar affiliations
Abbreviation, L L, I'm platinum every time, serious we serious when we experience millions High to the max, extra big willing
Uh, huh, with a third of my buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet Take your current chickens take your ex-chickens Shake it down for papers hey, now she shaking
Gotta keep on it high Gotta keep on it high Gotta keep on making it Gotta keep on it high
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far a villain Two and twenty pounds, you're half shilling Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like spilling You know the rules of the giz-ame, and top billing
Aiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some Let me bust my milk on your back, you start illing You know she's willing, 'cos honey's a star Clothes coming off like jewels in of Mecca
Aiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger chubby checker In the process of the she might feel the Black & Decker The reason being, I work my right Handcraft the cake till it's just right
Gotta keep on it high keep on making it high Gotta on making it high Gotta keep on it high
Just lean left, right, lean front, lean back C'mon, you gotta ride it You gotta shake it all baby Shake it, it
Just lean left, right, lean front, lean back C'mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, break it You gotta ride it baby, Busta Mr. Smith mode yo, let's sing a little something for the song
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, C'mon and with 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 catch a contact
Aiyo, stimulation a nigga wig push back he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap He from dreadlocks to Ceasers Now he called cash shaving bums 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 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 for bissi 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 they'll ever recover? I have no idea, I see niggas is in comas and
ridiculous, word up throw your hands in the air Just have a good time and wave around Throw your hands in the air, word up, word up, up Mr. Smith and Rhymes get down
get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill me, me, me baby, you know I'm Audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, Don't be me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas, change ways son Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on Ah man in a and fun loving way You know, Yeah, you that
Like a little bit of ice and shit man You niggas to chill down put your shades on kid Cool the fuck off put shades on baby
Shine, nigga put shades on Niggas leaning leaning like deformed or something Ha, fix your You like Shaq in that commercial