Busta Rhymes - We Got What You Want lyrics

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Busta Rhymes - We Got What You Want lyrics

[Busta Rhymes] Yeah I though all y'all was goin' Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah Were gonna take y'all on a little ride and sh** You mean now, now, now, yeah We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street Swim through this mutha f**a Busta-Bus now, now, now [Busta Rhymes] Hop scotch I found a new bounce Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!) Stop chips and co*k glocks wit' clips Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!) Getting' them whips and bounce outta town Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip Baby girl gimme yo hand co*k fast (c'mon!) With a number in your hand, hot a** (hold up!) Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me!) f**in' while shorty's busy shakin' her sh** (on me!) Man stop, just let 'em flop watch girlfriend let alone co*k block Hot sh** make a b**h wanna whine just like a reggae tune Make y'all n***az wanna act and bust the AK boom! Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha f**a you better make way! [Hook] It's your night go get your money Get that dough bounce if ya want And light that blunt smoke if you got to Shake yo sh** bounce if you have to Flimode squad back in the spot With all yo sh** bounce in the truck Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want All my n***az, all my n***az All my b**hes! C'mon! [Busta Rhymes] We stay spittin' on See what we sittin on sh**tin' you see how my 20" be fittin' on n***a A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6 Hit y'all wit' the sh** split y'all Chicks all on my whip hoping ya a** fit y'all We suppose to reach most sh** bang Watch how n***az bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!) Choke y'all provoke y'all k**in' street everytime we distribute the coke all Check it, see now a days we caught cribs And caught big fat loss f** big fat b**hes that make cliques back off The way we prove it to y'all Is just bang n***az every time we do it to y'all [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah Straight black out sh** fo show Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh) Yeah we floss and drop pricy things Talk slick and money and rock icy things She tried to get that score By throwing the p**y begging me to hit that raw (uh oh) We puts it on and watch b**hes getting' a getsy Flimode up in this mutha f**a just for the record [Hook]

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