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Yes y'all throw your hands up high Let's see the people in the world is at Where you at With L L Busta 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 time, it's serious Aiyo we serious when we experience High rolling to the max, extra big
Uh, huh, with a third of my I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the Take your current chickens then take ex-chickens Shake it down for hey, now she jump shaking
Gotta keep on making it Gotta keep on making it Gotta keep on it high Gotta on making it high
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a Two hundred and pounds, you're half shilling Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water You the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
Aiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some 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, bigger chubby checker In the of the jolt she might feel the Black & Decker The reason being, I my tool right the cake till it's baked just right
Gotta keep on it high Gotta keep on it high Gotta keep on it high keep on making it high
Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean C'mon, you gotta it baby You gotta it all night baby it, shake it
Just lean left, lean right, front, lean back shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just break 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 get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas, change your Busta Mr We on the track, I always the lah I always catch a
Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig back Like he gotta touch a bottom for men cap He went from dreadlocks to Now he called cash brothers shaving bums is 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 J my leers 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 busy for Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm Just a lesson for you sucker 'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes these, period
is bond, ah man I had a good working with you Mr. Smith Do you think they'll recover? 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
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 niggas, change your ways son Ah man splash a bit of flossing on niggas Ah man in a and fun loving way You know, Yeah, you that
Like a bit of ice waters and shit man You niggas need to down put your shades on kid Cool the fuck off put your on baby
Shine, nigga put shades on Niggas leaning leaning like they or something Ha, fix neck You like Shaq in that commercial