Busta Rhymes - We Goin' To Do It To Ya Lyrics
Aiyyo mega gimme some of that barefoot jungle shitAnd let me shake a leg nigga! (megahertz)Lets give it to emYo, lets give it to emYo, lets give it to emBusta bust, lets give it to emFlipmode, lets give it to emCheck it[verse one]Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)You shocked that Ive returned like thisStern like shitll make you firm like thisCmon, while we make the *****es yearn like thisPearl white shitll make the world hype quickAnd earl like knowin Im bonin your girl like thisAct sweet (boy) nigga we pack heat so (back boy)Stack money like a backstreet boyTrack sheet, never whack, *****es hittin in my back seatLove my flick up in the black beat boySo move your black feet boy, make *****es bounce to thisDont let me have to let the mac speak boyTrack meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trashYou corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (cmon)And you know we rock on and onAnd make the *****es wanna bounce, all night long andAnd to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (cmon)You know we bout to take it to the next mornin[chorus: repeat 2x]Get your big ass on the floor!You know we goin do it to ya (alright)You know we goin do it to ya (alright)You know we doin do it to ya (alright) niggaGet your big ass on the floor, cmon!![verse two]The range ro and everything you see is paid fo nigga, cmonChange flow and then we lay lowChase mo money, ***** I wanna waste dough foStack peso, big money know my small moneyProbably bigger than your whack payrollMoney get your hands off of me, dance all nightBreak *****es hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for meSo horny, shorty pull your plans off on meWhylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for meSo simple, there go the champagne glassWhen your pour, make sure the whole entire thing fullSinful! still shorty puttin the somethin on meBrushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on meWhatchu play fo? (rrah!) when I hop up in my two doGreat sex and do it, say no mo (rrah!)Make those, know nigga we got heat bigBlock sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (rrah!)Get high shit (rrah!) fly *****es runnin the floHollerin and screamin this my shit! (rrah!)Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceilingI know you love the way we bounce back niggaGimme my ounce back nigga, flipmode back in the spotYou can run and go announce that nigga, cmon[chorus]Get your big ass on the floorYou know we goin..
