We Got What You Want

Lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Where y'all thought y'all was goin'? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah We gon' take y'all on for a little ride and shit Yanaimean? Now, now, now, yeah We gon' sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street Swim through this muh'fucka Busta-Bus now, now, now [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Hop scotch I found (Hah) a new bounce Just rock back and fourth (Huh) while my beat knock (Uh, huh!) Stop chips and cock (Hah) Glocks wit' clips Go sailin' (Huh) in yacht ships and park big whips (Oh!) Gettin' them whips (Hah), bounce outta town Take trips, ride slow through them hoods and park up on the main strip (Hah) Baby girl gimme yo' hand cock fast (Come on) With a number in yo' hand, hot ass (Hol' up) (Hah) Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (On me!) Fuckin' while shorty's (Hah) busy shakin' her shit (On me!) (Hah) Man stop, just let 'em flop, watchin' girlfriend on the low, tryna (Hah) cock block Hot shit (Huh) make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune (Hah) Make y'all niggas act out and bust your AK boom! Everyday create a may lay today is pay day muh'fucka you better make (Way!) [Hook: Tracy Leila & Busta Rhymes] It's your night, (Uh) go get your money (Get your money, nigga) Get that dough (Yeah, hah), bounce if ya want (Yeah) And light that blunt (Uh), smoke if you got to (Smoke, nigga, smoke) Shake yo shit (Hah, hah), bounce if you have to (Yeah) Flimode squad (What?), back in the spot (What? Hah) With hot mo' shit (Yeah), to bounce in the truck (Truck, nigga) (Bounce in the truck) Yes, yes, y'all, we got what ya want (Yeah) All my niggas (All my niggas) All my bitches Come on! [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] (Huh) We stay spittin' on See what we sittin' on Shittin' you see how my 20 inch be fittin' on, nigga? A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on (Hah) Hittin' shorty on (Huh) the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on (Come on!) Move quiet (Hah) with all the DL chicks (Uh) Who carry on and get head up in my CL6 (Heh!) Hit y'all wit' the shit (Split y'all!) Chicks all on my whip (Hah) hopin' they ass (Fit y'all!) (Hah) We supposed (Huh) to reach most shit bang Watch how niggas bounce in East Coast (Heeaaah...) Choke y'all, provoke y'all Killin' street (Hah) every time we distribute the coke y'all, check it See nowadays we cop cribs (Hah) And cop big fat lofts Fuck big fat bitches (Huh) and make cliques back off (Off) The way we prove it to y'all Is just bang niggas every time we do it to y'all, yeah! (Oh!) [Hook: Tracy Leila, Busta Rhymes & Both] It's your night, (Yeah) go get your money Get that dough (Your dough, nigga), bounce if ya want (Yeah) And light that blunt (Hah, light your L now), smoke if you got to (Hah) Shake yo shit (Bounce, baby, bounce), bounce if you have to (Hah) Flimode squad (Yeah), back in the spot (Flipmode Squad) With hot mo' shit (Hah, yeah), to bounce in your truck with (Yeah) Yes, yes, y'all, we got what ya want All my niggas (All my niggas) All my bitches (Hah) Come on! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Yeah Straight black out shit fo' sho' (Hah) Makin' you back yo mack out quick, ayo (Heh) Yeah, we floss (Ayy) and drop pricy things (Things) Talk slick (Huh), get money and rock icy things (Hah) She tried to get that score (Huh) By throwin' (Hah) the pussy beggin' me to hit that raw (Uh-uh!) We puts it on and watch bitches gettin' a getsy (Huh) Flipmode up in this muh'fucka (Just for the record! Yo!) [Hook: Tracy Leila & Busta Rhymes] It's your night, (Hah) go get your money (Huh) Get that dough (Get your money, nigga), bounce if ya want (Yeah) And light that blunt (Hah, yeah), smoke if you got to (Smoke, nigga) Shake yo shit (Yeah), bounce if you have to (Bounce, baby, bounce) Flimode squad (Yeah), back in the spot (Flipmode Squad) With hot mo' shit (Hah, yeah), to bounce in your truck with (Truck now, hah) Yes, yes, y'all, (Yeah) we got what ya want All my niggas (All my niggas) All my bitches Come on! [Outro: Busta Rhymes] (Hah) Yeah Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah See how we sittin' on Shittin', you see how my 20 inch fittin' on, nigga Yeah Rollin' down the muh'fuckin' street, sittin' on them dubs, bitches Yeah, yeah Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh ["Truck Volume Interlude"] Yeah To all my truck-drivin' ass muh'fuckas! Yeah, wind your motherfuckin' windows down right now Turn your fuckin' volume up to 10, muh'fucka! And let's shatter a couple of neighbours' windows out this bitch Let's get to it