Busta Rhymes - Taste It lyrics

Taste it, taste it, taste it here we go
Ay yo taste it, taste it, taste it
Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon
Ladies where you at c'mon, c'mon
Taste it, taste it, taste it
You ready to freak out ladies? Yeah
Taste it, taste it, taste it soldiers
We 'bout to line it up just right
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Check it, watch how we do it

Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock cause I love
The way you pop that (C'mon)
Every single time we come to drop that
A lot of freaky women react
To a nigga hot track (Lets go)
Then we start to cook up the place
Women watching the nigga with the
Ready to do the (UGH) look on their face
(C'mon) freak nasty
You know the way you do it all on the guard
And the way you love to speak nasty
Another freak pass me (WOO)
Floss on
In the club ain't even got the draws on
You messing with a nigga better
(stop that shit mama)
In other words you better watch that
Shit cause you got that shit
The way your ass sit up all on your back
Its like you need to go shop that
See niggas would cock that
And definitely won't waste it
And while you at it take a
Lick and just taste it
Taste it, taste it, taste it

B-b baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit
Taste it again I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit
Taste it again I like it

Pass the last courvoisier bottle
Down the at bar
See a chick that kinda look like a star
And I'm saying even though I wanna
To take you home girl
I know it's kinda late but you ain't
Got to come along girl echo
Wait a sec you know I know a song girl
Me and you and one of
Your other home girls echo
Let me put it down and
We started to bone girl
The other had a heat "I thought
Ya'll be gettin' along girl?" echo
Just put the pep in your step
What's with all the emotional shit
You know we be swingin' a hep
Put it on me like I wouldn't recover
Saying two chicks that was beefin' and
Touching and feeling each other
Word to mother, now we having a ball
The way we knockin' as the sound of
The bed head smackin' the wall
Baby I'm saying I lovin' how you rubbin'
And the way that you lace it and rush
It when you gettin' ready to taste it
Baby I love it, the way you rub it
And the way you lace it and rush it
When you gettin' ready to taste it

B-b baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit
Taste it again I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit
Taste it again I like it

Girl I know you wanna
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Yeah I like it the way
You always get down and
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Ladies! If you want your man to get down and
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Just throw your hands in the air
Fella's just make it do it too
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Now you can both do it

Shorty hit me all on the two-way
Tell me to meet her way in the back
By the couches up inside the cheetah
Then I step up in the club keep it
Moving wit' my hand on my heater
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
Even though this shit was way off the meter
Couldn't believe her
Shorty buggin' and giving me head
In back of the speaker now check it
I love the way she step to it
And how she's keepin' it basic
And always be ready to taste it

B-b baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low
Taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low
Taste the shit, taste it again, I like it

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