Busta Rhymes - We Goin' to Do It to Ya Lyrics

Writer(s) : WESLEY, DORSEY / SMITH, TREVOR
Artist: Busta Rhymes Lyrics
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Album: Track 5 on It Ain’t Safe No More…
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Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle ****
and let me shake a leg *****! (Megahertz)

Let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em
Flipmode, let's give it to 'em
Check it

[Verse One]
Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)
You shocked that I've returned like this
Stern like ****'ll make you firm like this
see'mon, while we make the *****es yearn like this
Pearl white ****'ll make the world hype quick
and earl like knowing I'm boning your girl like this
Act sweet (boy) ***** we pack heat so (back boy)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, *****es hitting in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make *****es bounce to this
Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny rhyming on them whack beats boy (c'mon)
And you know we rock on and on
And make the *****es want to bounce, all night long and
And to my getting money *****s keep balling (c'mon)
You know we bout to take it to the next morning

[Chorus: x2]
Get your big *** on the floor!
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) *****

Get your big *** on the floor, see'mon!
[Verse Two]
The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' *****, see'mon
Change flow and then we lay low
Chase mo' money, **** I want to waste dough fo'
Stack peso, big money know my small money
probably bigger than your whack payroll
Money get your hands off of me, dance all night
Break *****es hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me
So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me
Whyling out, while shorty ditching her mans off for me
So simple, there go the champagne glass
When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full
Sinful! Still shorty putting the something on me
Brushing on me, whyling and feeling and touching on me
What you play fo'? When I hop up in my two do'
Great sex and do it, say no mo'
Make those, know ***** we got heat big
Block sheets and **** and stay up on the hot street though
Get high **** fly *****es running the flo'
Hollering and screaming this my ****!
Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling
I know you love the way we bounce back *****
Gimme my ounce back *****, Flipmode back in the spot
You can run and go announce that *****, see'mon

[Chorus]
Get your big *** on the floor
You know we going


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