Busta Rhymes - We Got What You Want lyrics

Yeah I though all y'all was goin'
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Were gonna take y'all on a
Little ride and shit
You mean now, now, now, yeah
We gonna sail in one of them big
Fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this mutha fucka
Busta-Bus now, now, now

Hop scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock
(Aurgh)
Stop chips and cock Glocks wit' clips
Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips
(oh)
Getting' them whips and bounce outta town
Take trips ride slow through them hoods
And park at the main strip
Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c'mon)
With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up)
Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me)
Fuckin' while shorty's busy shakin' her shit
(on me) man stop
Just let 'em flop watch girlfriend
Let alone cock block
Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine
Just like a reggae tune
Make y'all niggas wanna act and
Bust the AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay
Day mutha fucka you better make way!

It's your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want

All my niggas, all my niggas all my bitches!
C'mon!

We stay spittin' on see what we sittin on
Shittin' you see how my 20"
Be fittin' on nigga a 100 dollar bill shorty
Number was written on
Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the
Lights in the kitchen on
C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y'all wit' the shit split y'all
Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all
We suppose to reach most shit bang
Watch how niggas bounce in East Coast
(Heaighh) choke y'all provoke y'all
Killin' street everytime we distribute
The coke all
Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
And caught big fat loss
Fuck big fat bitches that
Make cliques back off
The way we prove it to y'all
Is just bang niggas every time
We do it to y'all

It's your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want

Yeah straight black out shit fo show
Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh)
Yeah we floss and drop pricy things
Talk slick and money and rock icy things
She tried to get that score
By throwing the pussy begging me
To hit that raw (uh oh)
We puts it on and watch
Bitches getting' a getsy
Flimode up in this mutha fucka
Just for the record

It's your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want