Busta Rhymes - Hey Ladies lyrics
[Busta Rhymes - Hey Ladies lyrics]
Here we go now, yea c'mon, yea, check it
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 hit's
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'
I say ladies, my Mercedes (hey)
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat (hey)
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 (hey)
Valet in the lot, park the Yukon (hey)
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
(hey) now all my people are muggin
And singin the song, i'm sayin
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
Niggas 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 niggas ain't
Even knowin my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggas
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 niggas is busy coppin the pleas
We busy blowin frontin like you
Ain't knowin my stee'
I say ladies, my Mercedes (hey)
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat (hey)
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 (hey)
Valet in the lot, park the Yukon (hey)
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
(hey) now all my people are muggin
And singin the song, i'm sayin
Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon
Here we go now, yea c'mon
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 hit's
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'
I say ladies, my Mercedes (hey)
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat (hey)
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 (hey)
Valet in the lot, park the Yukon (hey)
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
(hey) now all my people are muggin
And singin the song, i'm sayin
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
Niggas 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 niggas ain't
Even knowin my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggas
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 niggas is busy coppin the pleas
We busy blowin frontin like you
Ain't knowin my stee'
I say ladies, my Mercedes (hey)
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat (hey)
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 (hey)
Valet in the lot, park the Yukon (hey)
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
(hey) now all my people are muggin
And singin the song, i'm sayin
Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon
Here we go now, yea c'mon