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特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Tracy Leila
Tracy Leila
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cut Killer
Cut Killer
Composer
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Aligizakis
Aligizakis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jamie Garcia
Jamie Garcia
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kristina Ardron
Kristina Ardron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Patrick Gordon
Patrick Gordon
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Vinny Nicolett
Vinny Nicolett
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Yeah, I though all y'all was goin' Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah We're gonna take y'all on a little ride and shit You mean now, now, now, yeah We gonna sail in one of them Big fat ocean liners on the street Swim through this mutha fucka Busta-Bus now, now, now Hop scotch I found a new bounce Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips Getting' them whips and bounce outta town Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip Baby, girl, gimme yo hand cock fast With a number in your hand, hot ass Shorty actin' just like she had a hit on me Fuckin' while shorty's busy shakin' her shit on me Man, stop, just let? em flop Watch girlfriend let alone cock block Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune Make y'all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK Everyday create a may lay today is pay day Mutha fucka you better make way Live your life, go get your money Get that dough, bounce if ya want And light that blunt, smoke if you got to Shake yo shit, bounce if you have to Flimode squad back in the spot With all yo shit bounce in the truck Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches, c'mon We stay spittin' on, see what we sittin' on Shittin' you see how my twenty inch be fittin' on nigga A hundred dollar bill shorty, number was written on Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on C'mon, move quiet with all the DL chicks Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6 Hit y'all wit' the shit split y'all Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all We suppose to reach most shit bang Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast Choke, y'all, provoke, y'all Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke all Check it, see now a days we caught cribs And caught big fat loss fuck big fat bitches That make cliques back off the way we prove it to y'all Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y'all Live your life, go get your money Get that dough, bounce if ya want And light that blunt, smoke if you got to Shake yo shit, bounce if you have to Flimode squad back in the spot With all yo shit bounce in the truck with Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches, c'mon Yeah, straight black out shit fo show Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo Yeah, we floss and drop pricy things Talk slick and money and rock icy things She tried to get that score By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw We puts it on and watch bitches getting' a getsy Flimode up in this mutha fucka just for the record Live your life, go get your money Get that dough, bounce if ya want And light that blunt, smoke if you got to Shake yo shit, bounce if you have to Flimode squad back in the spot With all yo shit bounce in the truck with Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches, c'mon
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Justin Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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