Why Stop Now (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown, Busta Rhymes] Turn my fuckin' beat up Turn my fuckin' beat up (Turn my mic up too) Turn my fuckin' beat up (Remix!) (SAK PASE) [Chorus: Chris Brown, Busta Rhymes] Uh, yeah (Yeah), we can do anything Walk into anywhere and buy anything (Remix!) I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything (Remix!) Why stop now? I can have everything (Part 2!) Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything (Ayo, let me roll one with my sleeves up real quick) Why stop now? I can have everything (Let's go) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Find the nearest exit Everybody better find the nearest exit See the way I kill every nigga in this bitch Somebody please tell me where the forensics Everybody know that God real Lookin' like you work in a garage sale While you hatin' on one of the greatest I be in the crib diggin' in your mom's tail Big old bitch, Avatar I got her sittin' on the dick like a handlebar Shawty love the way I beat it up Beat the pretty pussy with a battle scar Let a nigga eat it up like it caviar Got her buggin', now she wanna carry on YMCMB, gods of this rap shit, that we are But your girl look like a little amateur Wednesday night at the Apollo But it's okay 'cause she got a long neck And I got a dick size only a giraffe could swallow Sent her back 'cause they gonna ask tomorrow "Why baby girl, did you have to gargle?" And if I could have everything, do me a favor Send me a hunnid more bottles, hahaha [Chorus: Chris Brown, Busta Rhymes, Missy Elliott] Yeah (Yeah), we can do anything Walk into anywhere and buy anything I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything Why stop now? I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything (Ayo, let me reintroduce y'all to my beautiful twin) Why stop now? I can have everything (Oh my God, Missy! Woo) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] It go three, four, five, six On this mic, I hot spit (Ayy) This my task, toc-tic I'm that chick they not fuckin' with (Ayy) Hit 'em with hits in the head I spit (Ayy) This shit is so ridiculous, sick (Ayy) Missy like no other chick Now watch how I kill this remix (Woo, go) I slay these crows Got more lines than cornrows You ain't on Missy level Better get up on your tippy toes Really though, really no I'ma blow it up like a torpedo Who am I? You don't know You can call me the original (Woo) I'm the E-double-L-I-O-T-T Don't ever try me on the mic, I'ma beast (Rah!) Eat an emcee like I'm finna have a feast You better sit down, have a seat (Ah!) I can do anything, M-Missy finna change the game Y'all better stay up in your lane Now I'ma just make y'all clap your hands [Chorus: Chris Brown, Busta Rhymes] Yeah (Yeah), we can do anything Walk into anywhere and buy anything I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything Why stop now? I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything (It's been officially declared that the martian is back in the buildin') Why stop now? I can have everything (Haha, Tunechi!) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Man, fuck these niggas Man, fuck these hoes T just rolled a big long blunt I'ma smoke that bitch 'til it's Muggsy Bogues I ain't got time for that bitch shit Glock automatic, no stick shift My girl pussy bigger than pig lips My blunts last longer than friendships Man, I was on my skateboard It ain't trickin' if you got it, I'll pay for it Hold up, wait for it, catch up, like fake blood My own funeral, I'm late for it Shout out to my young nigga Ace Hood I'm fresh out the can, I'm canned goods Two handguns, my hands full I'm young, ill and so mean, I'm one pill from OD'ing I'm high, ho, my eyes low like Korean's, Orion I pulled up in that Mulsanne I'm thuggin', bumpin' Golf Wang Bitch, I'm higher than Eddie Kane Tunechi, I can have everything Haha [Chorus: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne] Yeah (Yeah), we can do anything Walk into anywhere and buy anything (YMCMB) I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything (Ah) Why stop now? I can have everything (Young Moolah, baby) Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Yeah (Yeah), I can have everything Why stop now? I can have everything [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Alright Now that y'all niggas come to the fact that Anything niggas do over here is uncompetewitable Fuck with me Let's go!