Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Hey Ladies lyrics

rate me

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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