Busta Rhymes - Taste It Lyrics
[repeat 5x (taste it, taste it, taste it)]Here we goAy yo, ladies where you at cmon cmonLadies where you at cmon cmonYou ready to freak out ladies?Yeah, soldiersWe bout to line it up just rightCheck it, watch how we do it[verse one]Make way for the kid to come in girlAnd let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (cmon)Every single time we come to drop thatA lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (lets go)Then we start to cook up the placeWomen watching the nigga with the ready to do the (ugh!) look on their face(cmon)Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guardAnd the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (woo!)Floss on, in the club aint even got the draws onYou messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mamaIn other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shitThe way your ass sit up all on your backIts like you need to go shop that, see niggas would ***** thatAnd definitely wont waste itAnd while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it)[chorus]B-b-baby tell me why tell me soId like you to go high you tell me to go lowSo I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like itBaby tell me why tell me soId like you to go high you tell me to go lowSo I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it[verse 2]Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at barSee a chick that kinda look like a starAnd Im saying even though I wanna to take you home girlI know its kinda late but you aint got to come along girl [echo]Wait a sec you know I know a song girlMe and you and one of your other home girls [echo]Let me put it down and we started to bone girlThe other had a heat I thought yall be gettin along girl? [echo]Just put the pep in your step, whats with all the emotional shitYou know we be swingin a hepPut it on me like I wouldnt recoverSaying two chicks that was beefin and touching and feeling each otherWord to mother, now we having a ballThe way we knockin as the sound of the bed head smackin the wallBaby Im saying I lovin how you rubbinAnd the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin ready to taste itBaby I love it, the way you rub itAnd the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin ready to taste it[chorus][hook]Girl I know you wanna(taste it, taste it, taste it)Yeah I like it the way you always get down and(taste it, taste it, taste it)Ladies! if you want your man to get down and(taste it, taste it, taste it)Just throw your hands in the air, fellas just make it do it too(taste it, taste it, taste it)Now you can both do it[verse three]Shorty hit me all on the two-wayTell me to meet her way in the back by the couches up inside the cheetahThen I step up in the club keep it moving wit my hand on my heaterStay alert and never moving the sleeperEven though this shit was way off the meterCouldnt believe herShorty buggin and giving me head in back of the speakerNow check it, I love the way she step to it and how shes keepin it basicAnd always be ready to taste it[chorus][repeat till end (haah! taste it, taste it, taste it)]
