Uh. (Ha!)

Uh. (Ha!)

Uh. (Ha!)



Uh. (Ha!)

Uh. (Ha!)



Yes y'all throw your hands up real high

Let's see where the people in the world is at

Where you at shorty?

With LL, Busta Rhymes, Check it out...



Two big ballers keep the juice blending

Fuck Black Ceaser, I didn't like the ending

Why?, cos we two jiggy niggas always making

Too many million dollar affilliations

Abbreviation, LL, period

I'm platinum every time, it's serious

Aeiyo, 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...



Gotta keep on making it high

Gotta keep on making it high (Yes, yes Mr Smith)

Gotta keep on making it high

Gotta keep on making it high



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

Aeiyo, 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

Aeiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker

In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black'N'Decker

Reason being, I work my tool right

Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right



Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)

Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Yeah, that's right)

Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)

Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Just spark my L)



Just lean left, lean right

Lean front, lean back

C'mon, you gotta ride it baby

(You gotta shake it, shake it all night baby)

Just lean left, lean right (right)

Lean front, lean back (lean back)

(C'mon shake it, just shake it)

(C'mon shake it, just break it)

You gotta ride it baby



Busta Bust Mr Smith

Flipmode Yo, lets sing a little something for the song...



*LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together*

Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat

C'mon and chill with me, me, me

C'mon baby, you know I'm audi

Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat

Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me

Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways



Busta Bust

Mr Smith

We on the track, I always spark the lah

I always catch a contact

Aeiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig (wig) push back (push back)

Like he gotta touch...

A bottom here for Mencap

He went from Dreadlocks

To Ceasers

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, Bust

Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr You, God

Is it the bashment?

Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy



*Together*

Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi

Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi

Just a leeson for you sucker MC's

Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period



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'm seeniggas is in comas and concussions

It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the air

Just have a good time and wave them around

Throw your hands in the air, word up

Mr Smith and Busta Rhymes get down



*LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together*

Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat

C'mon and chill with me, me, me

C'mon baby, you know I'm audi

Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat

Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me

Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways son



Ah man

Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas

Ah man

In a happy and fun loving way

You know, splash!

Yeah, you know that

Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man

You niggas need to chill down

Put your shades on kid

Cool the fuck off

Put your shades on baby

Aight?

Shine, nigga put them shades on

Niggas leaning

Leaning like they deformed or something

Ha, fix your neck

You like like Shaq in that commercial



(Laughter to fade)