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[E-40] Charlie Hust', Busta Bust', let's do it <br />[Busta] Hehehehe, Flipmode, Sic-Wid-It<br />You know what's best for you, you better get widdit<br /><br />[E-40]<br />I heard him talkin, but then he walkin, now tell me why<br />they never been incarcerated in a correctional facility<br />for doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)<br />I'm an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people<br />Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier<br />You got my back I got your shoulder<br />Peas and toes, tryin to make it, it's all oh's<br />Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose<br />Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star<br />although I never owned a gui-tar<br />I-uh-I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla<br />type delivery, 40 and Busta Rhymes, was drinkin<br />and smockin hickory, on the porch one time<br />When I came up with this line: I was perkin<br />off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got<br />Flows, like a latina female orgasm<br />Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my<br />shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage<br />Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!<br />(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)<br />Just do anything you want to do to meeeee!<br />(We go do it, do it, do it)<br />Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!<br />(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)<br />[Busta] Just do anything you want to do to me (2X)<br />(We go do it, do it, do it)<br /><br />[Busta Rhymes]<br />Check it out yo<br />Do it to me I'ma do it to you<br />Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you<br />Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure<br />Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together<br />Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace<br />Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste<br />My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass<br />You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned<br />No need for you to keep stalkin, HELL but what you talkin<br />have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight Christopher Walken<br />Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40<br />about these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin for me<br />You know they all blew it, time to move it<br />Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize<br />Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes<br />Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, WHAT!<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[Busta Bust']<br />We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath<br />til you satisfied, you know we do it to death<br />Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin<br />Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin<br />Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin it<br />When we clubbin all you hear is the live DJ rubbin it<br />Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days<br />Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid!<br /><br />[Charlie Hust']<br />My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples<br />The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles<br />Busta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say Fonzarelli<br />Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly<br />Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun<br />Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to<br />shove, forgot my gun, but it won't hurt fool<br />My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!<br /><br />Chorus w/out Busta (3X to fade)
Letra nueva de la canción
[E-40] Charlie Hust', Busta Bust', let's do it <br />[Busta] Hehehehe, Flipmode, Sic-Wid-It<br />You know what's best for you, you better get widdit<br /><br />[E-40]<br />I heard him talkin, but then he walkin, now tell me why<br />they never been incarcerated in a correctional facility<br />for doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)<br />I'm an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people<br />Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier<br />You got my back I got your shoulder<br />Peas and toes, tryin to make it, it's all oh's<br />Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose<br />Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star<br />although I never owned a gui-tar<br />I-uh-I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla<br />type delivery, 40 and Busta Rhymes, was drinkin<br />and smockin hickory, on the porch one time<br />When I came up with this line: I was perkin<br />off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got<br />Flows, like a latina female orgasm<br />Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my<br />shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage<br />Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!<br />(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)<br />Just do anything you want to do to meeeee!<br />(We go do it, do it, do it)<br />Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!<br />(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)<br />[Busta] Just do anything you want to do to me (2X)<br />(We go do it, do it, do it)<br /><br />[Busta Rhymes]<br />Check it out yo<br />Do it to me I'ma do it to you<br />Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you<br />Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure<br />Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together<br />Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace<br />Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste<br />My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass<br />You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned<br />No need for you to keep stalkin, HELL but what you talkin<br />have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight Christopher Walken<br />Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40<br />about these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin for me<br />You know they all blew it, time to move it<br />Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize<br />Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes<br />Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, WHAT!<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[Busta Bust']<br />We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath<br />til you satisfied, you know we do it to death<br />Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin<br />Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin<br />Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin it<br />When we clubbin all you hear is the live DJ rubbin it<br />Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days<br />Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid!<br /><br />[Charlie Hust']<br />My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples<br />The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles<br />Busta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say Fonzarelli<br />Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly<br />Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun<br />Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to<br />shove, forgot my gun, but it won't hurt fool<br />My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!<br /><br />Chorus w/out Busta (3X to fade)
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