paroles de chanson Hey Ladies - Busta Rhymes
Here
we
go
now,
yea
C'mon,
yea,
check
it
(Verse
One)
I
said
my
solo
jump
off,
been
boomin
since
nine-six
My
solo
jump
off,
been
boomin
since
nine-six
Hittin
trippin
the
circuit
breaker,
flickin
the
light
switch
The
kid
like
is
he
known
for
givin
you
wild
hits
I
keep
my
name
on
the
way
on
top
of
the
now
list
Bangin
on
every
level,
droppin
the
now
shit
It's
like
the
feelin
after
watchin
a
couple
of
(?)
flick
And
once
you
hear
the
kid,
you'll
be
knowin
the
sound
sick
Spaz
in
the
club,
watchin
the
crowd
flip
That's
when
I
knew
the
crown
was
up
for
whoever
the
crown
fit
Nowadays
while
I
go
bag
me
a
fine
bitch
Bitch
watchin
my
pocket,
seein
we
wild
rich
Shorty
hopin
we
smellin
nothin
like
foul
fish
While
you
swingin
ass
at
the
devil,
claimin
you
righteous
A
lot
of
haters
I'm
knowin
you
like
this
While
you
floss
unnecessarily,
sippin
on
wild
Crist'
(Chorus)
I
say
LADIES,
my
MERCEDES
Hold
fo'
in
the
back,
two
if
you
fat
Feel
it
all
in
your
gut,
your
neck
and
your
back
When
you
step
up
in
the
club
I
know
you
know
how
to
act
Hey
SOLDIERS,
get
your
floss
on
Va-let
in
the
lot,
park
the
Yukon
Shorty
shakin
her
waist,
and
rippin
her
thong
Now
all
my
people
are
muggin
and
singin
the
song,
I'm
sayin
(Verse
Two)
Shit
still
boomin
in
two-thousand
and
three
My
shit
still
boomin
in
two-thousand
and
three
And
we
don't
give
a
fuck
about
who
you
claimin
to
be
My
jewels
blind
bitches
where
they
ain't
able
to
see
These
fools
try
to
talk
just
a
little
much
to
a
G
They
say
the
wrong
shit,
they
head
just
might
end
upside
of
a
tree
Clear
my
thoughts
just
a
little,
pass
me
a
cup
of
tea
Takin
different
constant
boats,
from
the
land
to
the
sea
I
got
my
paper
see,
I
ain't
doin
nuttin
for
free
Unless
it's
for
the
hood,
it
might
cost
you
a
small
fee
Niggaz
all
in
the
street,
whylin
whippin
the
V
Clever
from
New
York
to
Chicago
back
to
the
D
Check
it,
take
it
back
like
when
I
was
flippin
a
ki
Bonin
chicks,
holdin
titties
like
they
was
Pamela
Lee
You
know
I
mastered
the
art
and
got
it
down
to
a
tee
And
keep
it
goin
add
enough
spice,
we
holdin
the
recipe
Big
paper
we
makin,
all
of
my
crew
agree
Stack
more
and
bust
up
a
bottle
of
Hennessy
In
case
you
niggaz
ain't
even
knowin
my
pedigree
Invested
in
resorts
for
the
niggaz
who
go
and
ski
If
you
ain't
know
the
streets
is
belongin
to
me
I
get
my
people
from
the
hood
and
then
take
'em
all
on
a
spree
shoppin
While
you
niggaz
is
busy
coppin
the
pleas
We
busy
blowin
frontin
like
you
ain't
knowin
my
stee'
(Chorus)
Yea,
snap
yo'
fingers,
c'mon
(Heavy
breathing)
Here
we
go
now,
yea
C'mon
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