Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Electric Guitar
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Keyboards
Truth Hurts
Truth Hurts
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Songwriter
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Songwriter
Flea
Flea
Songwriter
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Greg Burns
Greg Burns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, check it out, see The only thing you need to do right here is Is nod your fucking head Yeah, yeah Break ya fucking neck, bitches Yeah, yeah Here we go now Where we going now? Where we going now? Give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now Just give it away, nigga Yeah, here we go now Tell me, what you really wanna do? (Come here, ma) Talk to a nigga, talk to me You look like you could really give it to a nigga From the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me The way you really try to put it on a dawg Doin' it like ya never did before for me The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck And the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on) come on (come on), oh yeah Tell me where my niggas is at (okay) Lemme address y'all niggas one time While I lock that down and I hit you with that (With what?) That bomb shit Y'all niggas know all day we be making it drop Y'all niggas know every time I come through This motherfucker, where we always takin' the ride (So let me do this, bitch) Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin' it flop The way we makin' it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' TEC for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head 'Til you break your motherfucking neck for me Just let me give you real street shit To ride in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat Keep bouncin' up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Bang yo' head until you start to Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck Come along now (let's put it down, nigga) When I bounce back and they know I done caught my breath Y'all niggas all know how we do When the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death (Reach fo' dem backwoods) The fire boy, you know we bakin' a ounce I know you love the way we be givin' you the music Making you bounce Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas Every time we come through Niggas know that we did it for y'all (uh-huh) And the way we do it for the people Niggas know we always give it to y'all I said, bounce (come on) In the day time or the night, when ya creepin' along Well, just bang this shit up in the truck While you break yo' neck, now, motherfucker, try to figure my flow See the way we come right through (When we come right through) We be always blowin' the spot, again and again And make a nigga really wanna stop Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps All my niggas better put they troops on And gather up your soldiers, nigga You know you better keep yo' boots on All my niggas in the place (a yo) Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down Make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now What ya really wanna do? Just place your bet and put ya money where ya mouth is (ah-hoo) All my niggas in the street, just break ya neck And keep on bouncing Just let me give you real street shit To ride in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat Keep bouncin' up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Bang yo' head until you start to Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck Here we go now And you know everytime Busta-Bus be holding the fort My nigga watch how we shutting it down The way we put it on, coming through like a steamroller Me and Dre, nigga, ain't no fucking around My nigga (what?), yeah, what up? Me and my team got a link 'Cause you know we stay chopping it up And when we get up in the club All of my niggas at the bar know we lockin' it up And we get a little (high) And we get a little (drunk) And we get a little crunk (come on) Lemme give y'all niggas some shit That'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (come on) Get money, then cash that check for me All my niggas just bust yo' TEC for me Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head 'Til you break ya motherfuckin' neck for me Just let me give you real street shit To ride in yo' shit with Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat Keep bouncin' up and down these streets So nod yo' head and Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Bang yo' head until you start to Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck, nigga Break ya neck
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Andre Romell Young, Michael Balzary, Mike Elizondo, Chad Smith, Anthony Kiedis, John Anthony Frusciante, Busta Rhymes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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