gutter 2 the fancy ish lyrics – angie martinez

[busta]
busta rhymes and angie mar-ti-nez
sippin on mar-tinis
check it out now, check it out now, c’mon, c’mon

[chorus: busta rhymes]
now let’s take it from the gutter to the fancy sh*t, c’mon
make you really wanna do the nasty sh*t, c’mon
bounce all night and wave ya hands and sh*t
everytime we come through, me and my mans and sh*t

[a] let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and sh*t
[b] angie, i love the way we form a plan and sh*t, c’mon
[b] you know we got ’em lovin how we movin ’em crazy
[a] how we put it down you love the way we doin it baby

[busta]
yo, lemme talk, sh*t, prepare for the worst
oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse
n*gg*z need to rehe*rs* (you)
lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church
reverse in the he*rs*, another body bring me the nurse
make you react first
shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst
ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and angie
take sh*t beyond where n*gg*z really can’t see
flow freakin yo’ music together like we nasty
when you p*ss the l baby, make sure you never p*ss me
do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way
blaze treets and speed down the pulaski parkway
in and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day
checkin the p*ssenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof)
loyal like kemosabe, haters could never really harm me
i rep for my n*gg*z, you rep for puerto rico mami!

[angie]
listen up, n*gg* get on the bus, ride with us
most high we trust, other than that
everybody suspect, don’t bother come test
funk flex blastin with it, i’m masterin it
linda carter of the rap game
with gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn
man the game plan’s arran-gin
a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board
step inside, arrest my eyes, i don’t sleep
confess sometimes i roll deep
underestimating mine is to not know me
i, *n*lyze, every situation
and i rise to any occasion
and i, stays in, do me mode then i’m
runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a
sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
in the benz coupe, smokin weed or cohibas.

/ angie martinez lyrics