Starsky & Hutch (feat. Busta Rhymes)

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(Ha!)

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Uh (Ha!)

Uh (Ha!)

Yes y'all

Throw your hands up real high (Word up, word up)

Let's see where the people in the world is at (Uh, uh, where you at, shawty?)

With LL, Busta Rhymes, check it out...

Two big ballers keep the juice blending

Fuck Black Caesar, I didn't like the ending

Why? Cos we two jiggy **** always making

Too many million dollar affilliations

Abbreviation, LL, period (HUH!)

I'm platinum every time, it's serious

Ayo, we serious when we experience millions

High, rolling to the max, extra big willying (Uh-huh)

With a third of my deposit

I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet

Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens

Shake it down for papers

Hey, now she jump shaking!

Gotta keep on making it hot

Gotta keep on making it hot

Gotta keep on making it hot

Gotta keep on making it hot

Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villian

Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling

Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling

You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing

Ayo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling

Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing

You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker

Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca

Ayo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker

In the process of the jux she might feel the Black'N'Decker

Reason being, I work my tool right

Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right

Gotta keep on making it hot (Word up, uh)

Gotta keep on making it hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Gotta keep on making it hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Gotta keep on making it hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Just lean left, lean right

Lean front, lean back

C'mon, you gotta ride it baby

(You gotta shake it all night, baby)

Just lean left (lean left), c'mon, lean right, c'mon

Lean front, c'mon, lean back, c'mon

(Just shake it, c'mon shake it)

(Just break it)

Shake it, baby, uh

Say what, say what

Busta Bust

Mr. Smith

Flipmode in illion

Yo, lets sing a little something for the song...

Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat

C'mon and chill with me, me, me

(Yo, yo, baby)

(C'mon now, you know I'm audi)

Fellas get up out your seat, seat, seat

Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me

(Ay, you, you, you jealous ****)

(Change your ways, son)

Busta Bust

Mr. Smith

We on the track, I always spark the lah

I always catch a contact

Ayo, stimulation make a **** wig push back

Like he gotta touch a bottom here for Mencap

He went from Dreadlocks to Caesars

Now he called Cash

Brothers shaving bums is nasty

Kid, so watch that...

I be the B-U-S-T-A R-H-Y-M-E-S

Full of finesse, lyrically complex

And I'm the double L, C-dash-O-dash-O-L, period-J

My leers waiting on the runway, Bus'

Yo, ayo, yo, I'm Mr. You, God

Is it the bashment?

Ayo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy

Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi

Mizzy kizza let the rhythm dizzi

Just a lesson for you sucka MC's

Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period

Word is bond

Ah man

I had a good time working with you, Mr. Smith

Do you think they'll ever recover?

I have no idea, I see **** is in comas and concussions

It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the air, uh

Just have a good time and wave them around

(C'mon, throw your hands in the air, word up)

Mr. Smith and Busta Rhymes get down

Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat

C'mon and chill with me, me, me

(Yo, yo, baby)

(C'mon now, you know I'm audi)

Fellas get up out your seat, seat, seat

Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me

(Ay, you, you, you jel' ****)

(Change your ways, son, word up, son)

Ah man

Splash a little bit of flossing on ****

Ah man

In a happy and fun loving way, you know (Splash!)

Yeah, yeah, you know that

Like, like a little ice waters and shit, man

You **** chill down

Put your shades on, kid

Cool the fuck off, fuck is wrong with these...

Put your shades on baby

Aight?

We shinin' (****), shades on, uh

**** leaning or something

Leaning like they, they deformed or something

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Fix your neck, you look like Shaq in that commercial