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Текст песни Busta Rhymes - Hey Ladies

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Текст песни Busta Rhymes - Hey Ladies




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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