Busta Rhymes - Come Get It Lyrics
Hurricanes in the house..[lord have mercy]Land-lord, up in the house *come get it*Rah digga, up in the house *come get it*Rampage, up in the house *come get it*What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)Chorus: lord have mercy, rah diggaL: turn the heat upCause we about to creep up *come get it*L: its off the meterPlus we tear the street up *come get it*R: ladies gd up, what?Dont smoke the weed up *come get it*L: what? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)[rah digga]Check it, I come in sweeter than la femme nikitaBe all up in your hood like Im a c&c two literThe little honey that be doin her she thingOn some mya shit, like its all about me see?I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyringsBra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed dreamsId be queen if this the 1900sCause niggaz gon get it, and erybody want itIm totin bags, eyes redder than a photo labThe spins on your single, wont even top my promo adHard drops quicker than jackers at the car lotsCouldnt get no harder if you went to school of hard knocksThe grimy *****, sometime be punchliney *****So dont make me go there! (*starts singing to the p is free*)Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..Oh yeah!!Chorus 2x[rampage]All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to thisAll my rampage niggaz just bounce to thisAll my hurricane niggaz just bounce to thisAll my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with thisOkay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoesCatch em outside the shows, time to get the doughUp in the studio, smokin the hydroWritin the hot shit, you waitin for me to goThrew on the ram bounce, just shakin yo ass yoBump this in your lex coupe or your expoFlipmode squad, we the ones in them videosCatch us with the fly shit, but you dont hear me doeRampage, professional, just move your feetWe bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seatsSeven days a week and we the squad that dont sleepCatch me in the street Im on the midnight creep, so what?Chorus 2x[lord have mercy]I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sadeGot pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog raysInternational capital, checks cashed in fullDamage your hood, natural, spend grands for goodsTraditional niggaz know -- scream on these players likeDj call in some mo, invincible pretty flowGrammar god, swing like gold from panamaTwenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like sarah vaughnHere we go, here we go -- attitudeSpit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton rougeCome, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any albumSome got chrome like sly stone, what you about son?Here it is, here it is -- handcraft the rawWho the boss? human torch any fantastic fourPlayer, I be a point guard, controllin thingsIn the 4th quarter, its all water like holdin springsChorus 2xDj hurricane in the place baby cmonFlip--mode, up in the spot baby cmonRam--page, up in the place baby cmonRah, digga up in the house baby cmonLord have mercy in the place baby cmonBusta rhymes is in the house baby cmonWhylin out, for the night yeah cmonHollis crew, represent baby cmonDj hurricane represent baby cmonAll the ladies cmon, shake it baby cmonAll the females cmon, shake it baby cmon..
