Busta Rhymes - Touch It (Vocal Up) lyrics

Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Aiyyo Swizz, I don't think they ready for this sh**) Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it (Aiyyo, let me take they a** back to the club real quick) Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Get low Bus! Who be the King of the Sound? Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town Lot of my b**hes be comin' from miles around See they be comin'â€~cause they know how the God get down Turn it up! Now you know who holdin' the throne so gimme the crown n***as salutin' and tryin' to give me a pound I don't really f** with you n***as, you n***as is clowns Makin' the b**hes strippin', throw they sh** on the ground Get low Bus! Now that's the way that it goes When we up in the spot the sh** be flooded with hoes See we can make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes That's when you get it, mami already know I suppose Turn it up! Shorty wildin' and shorty open, she beastin' it out For the record, just a second, I'm freakin' it out While she tryin' to touch, see I was peepin' it out She turned around and was tryin' to put my dick in her mouth, I let her Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Get low Bus! And as we start again, we ringin' the bell When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well Then I beat up the coochie and be makin' it swell Tryin' to hide the smell of the s**, sprayin' on the Chanel Turn it up! Then they try to walk with a strut, so no one could tell How a n***a got in they bu*t, made everything jell Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my sail Can't get enough of the kid, I put her under my spell Get low Bus! It's crowded mami, move it along If you know you 'bout it, then get to removin' your thong To the whip in back of the truck, that's where you belong After the yac, see the type of raunchy sh** they be on Turn it up! Street n***as respect it because my movement is strong â€~Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long All my b**hes is with me, see how they singin' the song Plus how we give you the stick and we be dickin' along, I let her Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Get low Bus! The God of the block, see that I'm back Every single time that I drop, the sh** is a wrap For the n***as hatin' the kid, I'm close to the strap â€~Cause all they b**hes wanna come talk and sit on my lap Turn it up! Everytime I give you bang sh** to knock in your whip n***a always do his thing, b**h lockin' the strip Lot of mami's is dancin' and they shakin' they hips After that they get low and put the thing on their lips, I let 'em Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it Turn it, leave it, stop, format it …