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BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "Hey Ladies"

Here we go now, yea
C'mon, yea, check it


[Verse One]
I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six

Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch
The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list

Bangin on every level, droppin the now %#@!
It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick
And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick

Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip
That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine (*##$

(*##$ watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich
Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish
While you swingin $$# at the devil, claimin you righteous

A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist'


[Chorus]
I say LADIES, my MERCEDES
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat

Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on

Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin


[Verse Two]
%#@! still boomin in two-thousand and three

My %#@! still boomin in two-thousand and three
And we don't give a $#&@ about who you claimin to be
My jewels blind (*##$es where they ain't able to see

These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
They say the wrong %#@!, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea

Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea
I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free
Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee

^!$$%z all in the street, whylin whippin the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki

Bonin chicks, holdin !@%$ like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe

Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
In case you ^!$$%z ain't even knowin my pedigree

Invested in resorts for the ^!$$%z who go and ski
If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me
I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin

While you ^!$$%z is busy coppin the pleas
We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee'


[Chorus]

Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon

[heavy breathing]
Here we go now, yea
C'mon

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