Busta Rhymes - Hey Ladies Lyrics

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C'mon yea

Snap your fingers c'mon yea

Here we go now yea

C'mon yea check it

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 old 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'

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'

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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 key

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 Hennessey

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'

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'

Yea snap yo' fingers c'mon yea

Here we go now yea

C'mon

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