Текст песни Starsky & Hutch - Busta Rhymes , LL Cool J
Uh.
(Ha!)
Uh.
(Ha!)
Uh.
(Ha!)
Uh.
(Ha!)
Uh.
(Ha!)
Yes
y'all
throw
your
hands
up
real
high
Let's
see
where
the
people
in
the
world
is
at
Where
you
at
shorty?
With
LL,
Busta
Rhymes,
Check
it
out...
Two
big
ballers
keep
the
juice
blending
Fuck
Black
Ceaser,
I
didn't
like
the
ending
Why?,
cos
we
two
jiggy
niggas
always
making
Too
many
million
dollar
affilliations
Abbreviation,
LL,
period
I'm
platinum
every
time,
it's
serious
Aeiyo,
we
serious
when
we
experience
millions
High,
rolling
to
the
max,
extra
big
willying
Uh,
huh,
with
a
third
of
my
deposit
I'll
buy
your
whole
crib
plus
the
clothes
in
the
closet
Take
your
current
chickens
then
take
your
ex-chickens
Shake
it
down
for
papers
Hey,
now
she
jump
shaking...
Gotta
keep
on
making
it
high
Gotta
keep
on
making
it
high
(Yes,
yes
Mr
Smith)
Gotta
keep
on
making
it
high
Gotta
keep
on
making
it
high
Why
you
ice-grilling,
I'm
far
from
a
villian
Two
hundred
and
twenty
pounds,
you're
half
shilling
Yo,
ice-watery
lyrics
flow
like
water
spilling
You
know
the
rules
of
the
giz-ame,
milk
and
top
billing
Aeiyo,
I
think
your
empty-ass
cup
needs
some
refilling
Let
me
bust
my
milk
on
your
back,
watch
you
start
illing
You
know
she's
willing,
cos'
honey's
a
Star
Trekker
Clothes
coming
off
like
jewels
in
front
of
Mecca
Aeiyo,
cock
diesel
baby
girl,
bigger
than
Chubby
Checker
In
the
process
of
the
jolt
she
might
feel
the
Black'N'Decker
Reason
being,
I
work
my
tool
right
Handcraft
the
cake
till
it's
baked
just
right
Gotta
keep
on
making
it
high
(Uh)
Gotta
keep
on
making
it
high
(Uh)
(Yeah,
that's
right)
Gotta
keep
on
making
it
high
(Uh)
Gotta
keep
on
making
it
high
(Uh)
(Just
spark
my
L)
Just
lean
left,
lean
right
Lean
front,
lean
back
C'mon,
you
gotta
ride
it
baby
(You
gotta
shake
it,
shake
it
all
night
baby)
Just
lean
left,
lean
right
(right)
Lean
front,
lean
back
(lean
back)
(C'mon
shake
it,
just
shake
it)
(C'mon
shake
it,
just
break
it)
You
gotta
ride
it
baby
Busta
Bust,
Mr
Smith
Flipmode,
Yo,
lets
sing
a
little
something
for
the
song...
Ladies
get
up
out
your
seat,
seat,
seat
C'mon
and
chill
with
me,
me,
me
C'mon
baby,
you
know
I'm
audi
Fellas
get
up
out
you
seat,
seat,
seat
Don't
be
ice-grilling
me,
me,
me
Uh,
you
jealous
niggas
- change
your
ways
Busta
Bust
Mr
Smith
We
on
the
track,
I
always
spark
the
lah
I
always
catch
a
contact
Aeiyo,
stimulation
make
a
nigga
wig
(wig)
push
back
(push
back)
Like
he
gotta
touch...
A
bottom
here
for
Mencap
He
went
from
Dreadlocks
To
Ceasers
Now
he
called
Cash
Brothers
shaving
bums
is
nasty
Kid
so
watch
that...
I
be
the
B,
U,
S,
T,
A,
R,
H,
Y,
M,
E,
S
full
of
finesse,
lyrically
complex
And
I'm
the
double
L,
C
dash
O,
Dash
O,
L,
period
J
my
leers
waiting
on
the
Runway,
Bust
Yo,
aeiyo,
yo,
I'm
Mr
You,
God
Is
it
the
bashment?
Aeiyo,
yo,
yo,
yes
we
is
a
rude
bwoy
Mizzy
gizzy
busy
for
bissi
Mizzy
kizzi
let
the
rhythm
dizzi
Just
a
leeson
for
you
sucker
MC's
Cos
y'all
don't
make
no
rhymes
like
these,
period
Word
is
bond
Ah
man
I
had
a
good
time
working
with
you
Mr
Smith
Do
you
think
they'll
ever
recover?
I
have
no
idea,
I'm
seeniggas
is
in
comas
and
concussions
It's
ridiculous,
word
up
- throw
your
hands
in
the
air
Just
have
a
good
time
and
wave
them
around
Throw
your
hands
in
the
air,
word
up
Mr
Smith
and
Busta
Rhymes
get
down
Ladies
get
up
out
your
seat,
seat,
seat
C'mon
and
chill
with
me,
me,
me
C'mon
baby,
you
know
I'm
audi
Fellas
get
up
out
you
seat,
seat,
seat
Don't
be
ice-grilling
me,
me,
me
Uh,
you
jealous
niggas
- change
your
ways
son
Ah
man
Splash
a
little
bit
of
flossing
on
niggas
Ah
man
In
a
happy
and
fun
loving
way
You
know,
splash!
Yeah,
you
know
that
Like
a
little
bit
of
ice
waters
and
shit
man
You
niggas
need
to
chill
down
Put
your
shades
on
kid
Cool
the
fuck
off
Put
your
shades
on
baby
Aight?
Shine,
nigga
put
them
shades
on
Niggas
leaning
Leaning
like
they
deformed
or
something
Ha,
fix
your
neck
Yo...
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