Busta Rhymes We Got What You Want Lyrics

yeah I thought all yall was goin
uh yeah yeah yeah
we're gonna take yall on a little ride and s___
you mean now now now yeah
we gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
swim through this m____fucka
busta-bus now now now

hop scotch i found a new bounce
just rock back and forth while my beat knock(Aurgh)
stop chips and c___ glocks with clips
go sailing in hot ships and park big whips(oh)
gettin them whips and bounce outta town
take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
baby girl gimme yo hand c___ fast(cmon)
with a number in your hand hot a__(hold up)
shorty acting just like she had a hit(on me)
f___in while shortys busy shaking her s___(on me)
man stop just let em flop watch girlfriend let alone c___ block
hot s___ make a b____ wanna whine just like a reggae tune
make yall n____s wanna act and bust the ak boom
everyday create a may lay today is pay day m____fucka you better make way

(hook)
its your night go get your money
get that dough bounce if you want
and light that blunt smoke if you got to
shake yo s___ bounce if you have to
flipmode squad back in the spot
with all yo s___ bounce in the truck
yes yes yall bounce we got what you want
all my n____z all my n____z
all my b____es
cmon

we stay spittin on
see what we sittin on
s___tin you see how my 20 be fitting on n____
a 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on
hittin shorty on the sink wit the lights in the kitchen on
cmon move quiet with all the dl chicks
who carry on lincoln head up on my cl6
hit yall with the s___ split yall
chicks all on my whip hopin ya a__ fit yall
we suppose to reach most s___ bang
watch how n____s bounce in east coast(heaighh)
choke yall provoke yall
killin streets everytime we distribute the c__e yall
check it see now a days we caught cribs
and caught big fat loss
f___ big fat b____es that make cliques back off
the way we prove it to yall
is just bang n____z every time we do it to yall

(hook)

yeah
straight black out s___ fo show
makin you back yo mack out quick aiyo(huh)
yeah we floss and drop pricy things
talk slick and money and rock icy things
she tried to het that score
by throwing the p____ begging me to hit that raw(uh oh)
we puts it on and watch b____es getting a getsy
flipmode up in this m____fucka just for the record

(hook)

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