Lyrics Touch It (Vocal Up) - Busta Rhymes

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, 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 niggas be comin' from miles around
See they be comin' 'cause they know how the God get down

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Now you know who holdin' the throne, so gimme the crown
Niggas salutin' and tryin' to give me a pound
I don't really fuck with you niggas, you niggas is clown
Makin' the bitches strippin', throw they shit on the ground

Get low Bus

Now that's the way that it goes
When we up in the spot, the shit be flooded with hoes
See, we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it, mami already know, I suppose

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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, babe, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
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Get low Bus

And as we started, got me ringing her 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 sex, spraying on the Chanel

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Then they tried to walk with a strut, so no one could tell
How a nigga got in they butt made everything jell
Now the tickle wild like a nut, she blowin' my cell
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 shit they be on

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Street niggas respect it because my movement is strong
'Cause we consistently reppin', see my money is long
All my bitches is with me, see how they singin' the song
Plus how we give you the stick and we be dicking along

I let her

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Get low Bus

The God of the black, see that I'm back
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap
For the niggas hatin' the kid, I'm close to strap
'Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap

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Everytime I give you bang shit to knock in your whip
Nigga always do his thing, bitches 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 them

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
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Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it