Busta Rhymes - Light Your Ass on Fire (club mix) lyrics

Clones.. (Pharrell) What you say your name was? Well, um, lookin' real s**y right now. You and your girls, are lookin good. Look, why don't y'all take off y'all jackets? What's your name baby? Word? Okay. Tell your friend right here this, this my man Busta (Busta Rhymes) Hah I know you starving for this sh**, baby, I'm feeling your hunger I'm so clean, call a n***a Felix Ungar So what if I said it, baby? I'm still gon' tell ya I hope your a** bigger than Willona and Thelma Listen, it's Busta Rhymes, b**h, I ain't never fail ya Your a** all over like paraphernalia, hmm See the police gon' jail ya for walking around Wit the kind of a** that'll k** ya now Don't worry 'bout it, I got money to bill ya Shorty stacking like a mule, type of sh** that'll scare ya Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head Watch how ya a** spread, spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm Now, what you do to the dread? Baby, your a** really changed What he initially said because a n***a dead, but, f** 'em 'Cause now we vibing and talking and sh** I love to hear your a** go "ba-ba-boom" when you walking and sh** (chorus) (Pharrell) Move, girl, like your a** on fire Like your a** on fire Move, girl, like your a** on fire Like your a** on fire Move, girl, I'll light your a** on fire I'll light your a** on fire Move, girl, I'll light your a** on fire b**h, I'll light that a** on fire Move, girl, I'll light your a** on fire (Busta Rhymes) Bust it Baby, I know you probably really need a tablecloth to cover your a** Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo a** sh** so big, just put the club in yo a** Prep the H2, park it right in front of yo a** I see your little gap between your c*nt and yo a** And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo a** I'm saying, hmm, the sh**'ll spread like a rash The way they a** wiggles see I got the sh** on a smash Now, listen, I light the L smell a wiff of the hash And bag all the b**hes, now watch you see me zip in a flash I'm saying hmm, now I'ma put you on blast Just like a tint window when you put your sh** on the gla** Bust right through the window, then it sit on the dash And have a n***a driving wreckless till you making him crash (Hah, cmon) we making money and sh** Now, pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your sh** (chorus) (Bridge) Welcome to hot in Hazyville It make you wanna dance 'till you break your heels I know you love the way the God make your feel Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel sh** feel like you in a danger field Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville) (Busta Rhymes) Baby, just shake ya a** 'till you spread on the floor I noticed that your a** too big for your draws You need a, a chiropractor just to marry yo a** To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo a** Fo reala, you motherf**ers probably think that I'm playing All b**hes love to talk and all that other sh** I be saying And going hmm, see how you putting it down I love the way you shake it throw it around (Chorus) (Bridge)