Busta Rhymes - Get Contact Lyrics
[missy]When I through my uh!! in it I split itMess around, make you ask who did itForget your pride go admitMy stank butt make you wonder who shittedWhoa there kittyGot a fitty from the city got a minute now Im chillin (talk to me now)No time you sillyFakin me like you milli vanilliWhen they play this in the club they go nutsSweat all night till it smell like mustSo busta whats to discust?I dont know but boy whats up (throw it up, throw it up girl)Boy you prettyI got a bitty from the city and my hair looking prettyOh you didntNo bullshit and you gonna get it[busta rhymes]Yo, Im a get it and give it to all yallHopin you niggas is ready for another free fallOverall niggas need to get up off the wallIf they wanna brawl missy give me a callYo, not at all everytime I raid the riftBefore we bust yo ass better plead the 5thShut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my houseMe and missy lets get this money thats what Im talkin aboutThen you come nigga wanna be downShootin your load I hope you know we got the reboundReal quick break fool know we blow your mindOff the hook nigga fix your telephone lineWhen we come through tell me what you gonna doGive me my money quick so then I can thank youWord is born you knowin I only get betterEverytime supafly dangerous elements get together[chorus]2xShes mrs. supaflyHes mr. dangerousAnd if you bust then they gonna bustAnd one of us gonna have to duck[missy]When I play this in my jeep youll seeHow this beat, rumble under my feet (under my feet, yeah)Go ahead, you cuteIf you cute then I get cute tooGo ahead missy I got many so many men I got plenty (what what)I aint kindin, dance alone why dont you come dance wit meWhen I bumped this one the left they go deafBust yo ear drums until none left (till none left)Whoa there busta, they dont like us, they dont love us well ***** emOh you silly you dont kill me you dont feel me, boy you illinWe aint dealinIf no drinks then we aint chillin[busta rhymes]Yo miss supafly let me hit me and missy we gonna get all up in itAll in a minute get wit itWhen I was young gettin babysittedA nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did itContact everytime I touch a trackFreak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yoNigga see me in the back (who dat? )You dont know my name Im knowin mother*****er (true dat)You wack you better improve your shitWhen I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shitMake music so I can lose your mindSo hide when I finish make you wanna press for wineNigga see the dj cuttin it upBringin it back rippin the track you know we *****in it upGot you suckin it upMy nigga chill out, make you ill outAnd watch all of the moet spill out
