Starsky & Hutch

Lyrics

[Intro: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] Uh (Ha!) Uh (Ha!) Uh (Ha!) 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... [Verse 1: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] Two big ballers keep the juice blending Fuck Black Caesar, I didn't like the ending Why? Cos we two jiggy niggas 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! [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Gotta keep on making it hot Gotta keep on making it hot Gotta keep on making it hot Gotta keep on making it hot [Verse 2: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] 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 [Hook: Busta Rhymes (LL Cool J)] 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) [Bridge: LL Cool J (Busta Rhymes)] 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 [Interlude: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] Say what, say what Busta Bust Mr. Smith Flipmode in illion Yo, lets sing a little something for the song... [Bridge 2: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] 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 niggas) (Change your ways, son) [Verse 3: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] Busta Bust Mr. Smith We on the track, I always spark the lah I always catch a contact Ayo, stimulation make a nigga 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 [Interlude: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] 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 niggas 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 [Bridge 2: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] 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' niggas) (Change your ways, son, word up, son) [Outro: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes] Ah man Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas 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 niggas chill down Put your shades on, kid Cool the fuck off, fuck is wrong with these... Put your shades on baby Aight? We shinin' (nigga), shades on, uh Niggas 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