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Текст (слова) 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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