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    Busta Rhymes / Lyrics

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    "We Goin' To Do It To Ya" Lyrics

    Busta Rhymes

    Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit
    and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz)

    Let's give it to 'em
    Yo, let's give it to 'em
    Yo, let's give it to 'em
    Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em
    Flipmode, let's give it to 'em
    Check it

    [Verse One]
    Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)

    You shocked that I've returned like this
    Stern like shit'll make you firm like this
    C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
    Pearl white shit'll make the world hype quick
    and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this
    Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)
    Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
    Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat
    Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
    So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
    Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy
    Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
    You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON)
    And you know we rock on and on
    And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and
    And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon)
    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) nigga

    Get your big ass on the floor, C'MON!!

    [Verse Two]
    The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon
    Change flow and then we lay low
    Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo'
    Stack peso, big money know my small money
    probably bigger than your WHACK payroll
    Money get your hands off of me, dance all night
    Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me
    So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me
    Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me

    So simple, there go the champagne glass
    When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full
    Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me
    Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me
    Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do'
    Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!)
    Make those, know nigga we got heat big
    Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!)
    Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo'
    Hollerin and screamin this my shit! (RRAH!)
    Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling
    I know you love the way we bounce back nigga
    Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot
    You can run and go announce that nigga, c'mon


    Get your big ass on the floor
    You know we goin'..
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by D Wesley, Trevor Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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