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E-40

Do It To Me

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[E-40] Charlie Hust`, Busta Bust`, let`s do it [Busta] Hehehehe, Flipmode, Sic-Wid-It You know what`s best for you, you better get widdit[E-40]I heard him talkin, but then he walkin, now tell me whythey never been incarcerated in a correctional facilityfor doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by peopleMe, 40, we took it back as street soldierYou got my back I got your shoulderPeas and toes, tryin to make it, it`s all oh`sImpossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my noseEx d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock staralthough I never owned a gui-tarI-uh-I`m lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrillatype delivery, 40 and Busta Rhymes, was drinkinand smockin hickory, on the porch one timeWhen I came up with this line: I was perkinoff of some of that Carlos Rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah gotFlows, like a latina female orgasmHoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at myshows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stageAny appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widditChorus:Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee! (Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)Just do anything you want to do to meeeee! (We go do it, do it, do it)Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee! (Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)[Busta] Just do anything you want to do to me (2X) (We go do it, do it, do it)[Busta Rhymes]Check it out yoDo it to me I`ma do it to youRubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on youWeather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasureDig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in togetherBlow smoke out my face, pick up the paceSpeed up the race, never let a hot joint go to wasteMy dogs`ll bark when your marksman trespassYou better use caution, your body parts might get auctionedNo need for you to keep stalkin, HELL but what you talkinhave you dusted like a zombie lookin straight Christopher WalkenShorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40about these other corny rappers that ain`t got nuttin for meYou know they all blew it, time to move itBlow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalizeUpgrade to gold now we platinum-eyesKeep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, WHAT!Chorus[Busta Bust`]We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breathtil you satisfied, you know we do it to deathAy you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylinDoin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilinDo it for the love affair because I`m lovin itWhen we clubbin all you hear is the live DJ rubbin itRunnin it all into the ground, doin it for daysDo it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid![Charlie Hust`]My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipplesThe felines, be lookin at us like we some popsiclesBusta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say FonzarelliPoppin they collars and workin they star jellyUp in the club, order the one, the party`s just begunLove, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come toshove, forgot my gun, but it won`t hurt foolMy music come up out the woodwork, beatch!Chorus w/out Busta (3X to fade)

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