| Lyrics: | Featuring busta rhymes
[busta]
Busta rhymes and angie mar-ti-nez
Sippin
on mar-tinis
Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon
[chorus: busta
rhymes]
Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon
Make you really
wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon
Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit
Everytime
we come through, me and my mans and shit
[a] let me get my girls, drink a couple
grand and shit
[b] angie, i love the way we form a plan and shit, c'mon
[b] you know
we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy
[a] how we put it down you love the way we doin it
baby
[busta]
Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst
Oops spit on a
verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse
Niggaz need to rehearse (you)
Lay
you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church
Reverse in the hearse,
another body bring me the nurse
Make you react first
Shoot the sound of my bounce, so
when you hear my gat burst
Ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and angie
Take shit beyond
where niggaz really can't see
Flow freakin yo' music together like we nasty
When you
pass the l baby, make sure you never pass me
Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way
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Blaze treets and speed down the pulaski parkway
In and out of them lanes, you know we
whippin all day
Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof)
Loyal like
kemosabe, haters could never really harm me
I rep for my niggaz, you rep for puerto rico
mami!
[angie]
Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us
Most high
we trust, other than that
Everybody suspect, don't bother come test
Funk flex blastin
with it, i'm masterin it
Linda carter of the rap game
With gold bangles on my wrists,
latin chicks on the map mayn
Man the game plan's arran-gin
A house on the hills of the
main-land, get on board
Step inside, arrest my eyes, i don't sleep
Confess sometimes i
roll deep
Underestimating mine is to not know me
I, analyze, every situation
And i rise to any occasion
And i, stays in, do me mode then i'm
Runnin the streets, in
do me clothes with a
Sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
In the benz coupe, smokin
weed or cohibas.. |
