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Yes y'all throw your up real high Let's see where the people in the is at you at shorty? With L L Busta check it out
Two big keep the juice blending, who? Fuck black I didn't like the ending Why? 'Cos we two niggas always making Too many million dollar
Abbreviation, L L, I'm platinum every time, serious Aiyo we serious when we experience High rolling to the max, big willing
Uh, huh, with a of my deposit I'll buy your crib plus the clothes in the closet your current chickens then take your ex-chickens Shake it down for papers hey, now she jump
keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it Gotta keep on making it keep on making it high
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a Two hundred and pounds, you're half shilling Yo, lyrics flow like water spilling You the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
Aiyo, I think empty-ass cup needs some refilling Let me bust my milk on your back, you start illing You know willing, 'cos honey's a star trekker Clothes off like jewels in front of Mecca
Aiyo, cock diesel girl, bigger than 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 making it keep on making it high Gotta on making it high Gotta keep on making it
Just lean left, right, lean 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 C'mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, break it You gotta it baby, Busta bust Mr. Smith Flip mode yo, let's sing a little something for the
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, and chill with 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 ways bust Mr We on the track, I always the lah I always catch a
Aiyo, stimulation a nigga 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 that
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 waiting on the runway, bust
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 dizzi Just a lesson for you MC's 'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these,
is bond, ah man I had a good working with you Mr. Smith Do you they'll ever recover? I no idea, I see niggas is in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, up throw your hands in the air Just have a good time and wave them Throw hands in the air, word up, word up, word up Mr. and Busta Rhymes get down
Ladies get up out seat, seat, seat C'mon and with 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 your son Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on Ah man in a happy and fun way You know, Yeah, you know
a little bit of ice waters and shit man You niggas need to chill put your shades on kid Cool the fuck off put shades on baby
Shine, nigga put them on Niggas leaning leaning like they or something Ha, fix your You like like Shaq in that