Busta Rhymes - Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'em) (Remix) lyrics

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Busta Rhymes

Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'em) (Remix)

*[Intro]*

This is a national security alert! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!)

Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!)

*[Busta Rhymes]*

Real talk word to mother it be the gutter brother

Back with another banger to set off the summer

Better get up and come a-round cause the way our shit will be cloggin up the toilet

You probably should CALL THE PLUMBER!

You niggas get dumb and dumber thinkin you can come around and test me!

Like these other niggas well pick a number

I''m sayin you should never ever think that you better nigga

Get it together and body your shit since mommy named me Trevor

Stellar the way I give a hell of a performance and get a

Reaction I attract all the people to COME TOGETHER!

WHETHER NIGGAS REALIZE OR NOY OPPOSE A LETTER

JUST LET A FELLA THINK WHAT IT WOULDN'T MAKE HIM REMEMBER THAT

When I'm in the buildin it's cool for you to rest in

Remember I'm too hot to touch kid

CURIOUS! My fire burnin niggas serious

I gift wrapped the flame and give it to niggas HERE IT IS!

SEE THROUGH MU'FUCKER WE'LL NEVER BE EQUAL

I'll BANISH AND MAKE 'EM VANISH AND DO IT FOR THE PEOPLE!

I be the baddest see when I see when I spit I become the maddest

And kill 'em until the blood SEEK THROUGH!

Front if you want but you know who the top biller

Bounce while I'm killin the strut and walk with a bop KILLA!

*[chorus]*

SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

It's gettin hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

HERE WE GO!

*[Reek Da Villian]*

R-double E-K, D-A Villian

I'll pull a grip out of this waist and splatter ya face

When the cali' blow, you'll get a face shot like a cameo

Rob the man and leave his ass naked like he D'Angelo

Bet I'll let a pistol dismiss you if it's a issue

Of a tissue that money'll get you clapped quick! (COME ON!)

Turn a wimp past wittle to a gym class hero

When my AR13'll make 'em backflip (COME ON!)

*[Spliff Star]*

I'm a BK felon I'll run you down with a weapon

My goonies get looney anytime that I tell 'em

Dead 'em! I walk around with stacks in my denim

With fast foreign cars with the gator skin in 'em

Now I got pretty women all around the world

If I been in your city probably pound your girl

Had her stretched out swimmin in the pool with her breast out

Send her back home set to fire the sex out!

*[chorus]*

SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

It's gettin hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

HERE WE GO!

*[The Game]*

Motherfucker, it's FLIP-MODE, when I come up in the club

Throwin up a dub, liftin up a snuff

Flipmode be stars, you know who the fuck we are

Used to be fishscales, now we fuck with caviar

Eatin on supreme shit, at the round table

On some cream shit, like I grew up in Queensbridge

I talk reckless, the whole world know

My style is C4 and I'm ABOUT TO BLOW

So don't get close, we'll touch ya ribs

And come bust lil' brother with the stick-up kids

Like, "SHHHHH! Take off the watch! "

"SHHHHHH! Take off the watch! "

"SHHHHHH! Take off the watch! "

They said Game in the club with a big ass clock

Like BOOM! Guess who stepped in the room

LAX comin through, JFK real soon

*[chorus]*

SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

It's gettin hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

HERE WE GO!

*[Lil Wayne]*

jump on the track like Michael Jeffrey

Even the referee said I need an ESPY, award just applaud I'm a boar with a broad

I go hard and my leather so soft and I cough

And the board of health say the boy need help

I am so hot the AM just melt

All aboard all aboard black card no fraud

I'm an extension cord I'm a lightning rod

I'm a lion roar I'm a dinosaur

I'm a sinus minus the nose I'm a cold

I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and, two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know

My fire's higher than a liar, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires

We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter

Wayne is a flame that could live in the water

Ok now let's get it straight either you bait

Or the mate either eay you on my plate gettin ate

After grace, if you taste like base, snares and tenors be my dinner

I'm hotter in the winter, burn like sinners, turn like *spinners*

I swear I'll put ya in the urn by your picture

Pa we ain't playin Weezy baby be the man

Hotter than the Peter Pan till wet here I am

*[chorus]*

SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

It's gettin hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

HERE WE GO!

*[Nas]*

Man, listen I spot a square dude from a distance

Through the tenant Maybach curtain in partition

Nip and Tuck niggas, I could never fuck with 'em

Or pass the blunt with 'em, let the guns hit 'em

Bring fire, frizzy hair for perspire

You ain't a rider, partner! I'm a crippler

Crutch give a hospitalizer, hottest whip driver

Heap on my hip, the biggest life or death decider

I ain't a rapper or an activist I'm badder

I used to run from a cracker named Lieutenant Casper

No black leather jackets or black horasis

My old days, like I said from a Vogue page

And none of y'all cock what I cop

Forget your excuse if the music ain't hot

Where the Range? Where the drops? Y'all never got hoes

See you on the club, wrist never on froze

*[chorus]*

SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

It's gettin hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

HERE WE GO!

*[Big Daddy Kane]*

Busta Bus pick me up in the Coupe to come bubble through

This is routine kid it ain't nothin new

You bring trouble to me the untouchable

Make me have to bring in the troops like George W

I'll scorch you somethin awful when I fell through

Of course the raw to be when you could put a broad to

Better bring with you your fire extinguisher

Listen I love static and I'm ready to cling to ya

(OK!) Kid I made it from magazine pages to big stages

How I made this through all the different ages

Thinkin you do itlike this is outrageous

Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous

Your hottest thing to me, not a thing

Every night my crib is like the Bada Bing

So make sure that you youngin's got it right

Kane's who's the fuckin rock stars party like (You heard!)

*[chorus]*

SO DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

DON'T TOUCH ME NIGGA! (You might burn yourself!)

It's gettin hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

We got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!)

HERE WE GO!

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