Lyrics

People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that How you, how you doing that People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that Busta Rhymes I don't really know I don't really know how I got a flow I don't wanna tell you I'm a pro Do a little run And i get it done Every time I spit it like a gun Mom said I must've been born with it I wasn't always so sure of it Now i can see all the worth in it So I be burnin shit Every time I get a little better so I gotta do it Every single day like I'm junkie with a habit And I know it front and back pull the hat out of the rabbit If you want it you can have it ring it up I can bag it All my ladies that be rocking look at all we have in common Anything we gonna do we gotta do it like a problem And they say they wanna keep us at the bottom But we're too damn awesome, too damn awesome People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that How you, how you doing that People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that Busta rhymes I'm so fed up I should be fat I'm big papi when i'm at bat Fucking salary got no cap Every time I do it like I do it they gag Can i be totally real with you Can't do what nobody tell you to Once you decide what you wanna do Unlock it and cock it like Rambo do Then you unleash the fool Now i'm feeling kinda shady when you're looking at my mouth like i'm a little fucking baby Talking all this kinda shit like oh my god somebody spare me Ya'll ain't even seen the best of me and all you do is dare me But a pussy grab back when the situation hairy (meow) Can't keep me in a cage no canary (brrrp) Got a lot I wanna say a library (shhh) And I spit it so quick that it's scary (boo!) (Come on) Y'all never wanted me to be another copy catter Would you rather see me pull another dagger When I get to rhyming all the people start to gather And i'm making it look easy like I'm working up a lather And my teacher is legend ain't nobody on his radar I know how write a rhyme he was a really hard grader Can you please do me a favor and jump on the elevator Going up in this bitch like a hungry alligator Twist it and I turn it like a hate exterminator If it's any indicator call it now or call me later Cuz my team is rollin in like a bevy of invaders We ain't never turn down 'cause i never use a fader And I keep it on a hundred so my booty got no stuffing If you disappointing me i do a fair amount of cussing It's magic when I'm cutting and putting it outta nutting Stunting Gucci on my boots so they see me when I'm coming People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that How, how you doing that People ask me People ask me all the time How you doing that Busta rhymes How you doin'? How, how you doin' that? How you doin'? How, how you doin' that? How you doin'? People ask me all the time How you doin' that Busta Rhymes?
Writer(s): Steve Tirogene, Nick Noonan, Richard Jackson, Amy Heidemann Noonan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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