hey ladies lyrics – busta rhymes

c’mon, yea
snap your fingers, c’mon, yea
here we go now, yea
c’mon, yea, check it

i said, “my solo jump off, been boomin’ since nine-six”
my solo jump off, been boomin’ since nine-six
hittin’ trippin’ the circuit breaker, flickin’ the light switch
the kid like is he known for givin’ you wild hits
i keep my name on the way on top of the now list
bangin’ on every level, droppin’ the now sh*t
it’s like the feelin’ after watchin’ a couple of old flick
and once you hear the kid, you’ll be knowin’ the sound sick

spaz in the club, watchin’ the crowd flip
that’s when i knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
nowadays while i go bag me a fine b*tch
b*tch watchin’ my pocket, seein’ we wild rich
shorty hopin’ we smellin’ nothin’ like foul fish
while you swingin’ *ss at the devil, claimin’ you righteous
a lot of haters i’m knowin’ you like this
while you floss unnecessarily, sippin’ on wild crist’

i say “ladies, my mercedes”
hold fo’ in the back, two if you fat
feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
when you step up in the club i know you know how to act
hey soldiers, get your floss on
va-let in the lot, park the yukon
shorty shakin’ her waist, and rippin’ her thong
now all my people are muggin’ and singin’ the song, i’m sayin’

sh*t still boomin’ in two-thousand and three
my sh*t still boomin’ in two-thousand and three
and we don’t give a f*ck about who you claimin’ to be
my jewels blind b*tches where they ain’t able to see
these fools try to talk just a little much to a g
they say the wrong sh*t, they head just might end upside of a tree
clear my thoughts just a little, p*ss me a cup of tea
takin’ different constant boats, from the land to the sea

i got my paper see, i ain’t doin’ nuttin’ for free
unless it’s for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
n*gg*z all in the street, whylin’ whippin’ the v
clever from new york to chicago back to the d
check it, take it back like when i was flippin’ a key
bonin’ chicks, holdin’ t*tties like they was pamela lee
you know i mastered the art and got it down to a tee
and keep it goin’ add enough spice, we holdin’ the recipe

big paper we makin’, all of my crew agree
stack more and bust up a bottle of hennessey
in case you n*gg*z ain’t even knowin’ my pedigree
invested in resorts for the n*gg*z who go and ski
if you ain’t know the streets is belongin’ to me
i get my people from the hood and then take ’em all on a spree shoppin’
while you n*gg*z is busy coppin’ the pleas
we busy blowin’ frontin’ like you ain’t knowin’ my stee’

i say “ladies, my mercedes”
hold fo’ in the back, two if you fat
feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
when you step up in the club i know you know how to act
hey soldiers, get your floss on
va-let in the lot, park the yukon
shorty shakin’ her waist, and rippin’ her thong
now all my people are muggin’ and singin’ the song, i’m sayin’

yea, snap yo’ fingers, c’mon, yea
here we go now, yea
c’mon

/ busta rhymes lyrics