pass the courvoisier lyrics – busta rhymes

oh yeah, i like this, ladies and gentlemen
this all time, the time you’ve all been waitin’ for
let’s do it, do it, do it
this is a bad boy, flipmode collaboration

come on, shake ya *ss
come on, watch yourself
okay, i’m the man
let’s go and no one else

rrraah, rraah, like a dungeon dragon
still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin’
i said i’m sick with the flow, stick a d*ck in ya hoe
make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

sh*t, i’m the number man, hot like summer jam
slick like fonzarelli, and rich like cunningham
i stretch them like rubber bands, i make them say
oh sh*t, the b*tch got up and left with another man

say what? wha is you talkin’ ’bout?
there’s nothin’ to talk about
see you just a walk about
i light a long l and just blowin’ the smoke about

see, we serious wit it, they ain? t nothin to joke about
and while i scope it out
i love the way you bounce
shake ya sh*t tuck in ya *ss in poke it out, come on

give me the henny, you can give me the cris
you can p*ss me the remy but the p*ss the courvoisier
give me the *ss, you could give me the dough
you can give me ‘dro but p*ss the courvoisier

give me some money, you can give me some cars
but you can give me the b*tch make sure you p*ss the courvoisier
give me some sh*t, you can give me the cribs
you can give me whatever just p*ss the courvoisier

we got these hoes lovin it, they gettin’ familiar man
they screamin’ out my government, sean john
i like them in twins like doublement, don juan
we be bangin’ all types of chicks from here to hong kong

the best dressed b*tches actin’ all cute to my sh*t
and get the wlyin’ out they actin’ like a boot to my sh*t
sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin’ jewish money now
down to the credit card different from yours

it’s the law for me to get in ya drawers
i run the city of cars, they call me mr. diddy, the boss
you know me, the only g to w*lly a porsche
we get dough in all land the size of philly of course

can imagine the price that my jewelery really would cost
we go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss, d*mn
f*ck around and you can really get tossed
ken griffey flow, call me alaska ’cause i be the king of the frost
what you can do is

give me the henny, you can give me the cris
you can p*ss me the remy but the p*ss the courvoisier
give me the *ss, you could give me the dough
you can give me ‘dro but p*ss the courvoisier

give me some money, you can give me some cars
you can give me the b*tch make sure you p*ss the courvoisier
give me some sh*t, you can give me the cribs
you can give me whatever just p*ss the courvoisier

five thousand boomin’ watts
i got a thousand karats all over my watch
travel lighty, flow back easy
back with the bus-a-bus and the p.diddy

we stay livin’ at the top of the charts
the sh*t we be spittin’, be state of the art
we rockin’ ya block sh*t, wlyin’ like rock sh*t
strapped with the gun and the street corner hot sh*t

now we sittin’ in the drop top pretty
knock, knock who is he?
bus-a-bus, i put it down and this i get busy
excuse me bus-a-bus
full control of the city, if you ain’t know

by the way, the name is puff
it ain’t my fault ya dane corrupt
we went form henny
to remi to moe to belve to

the game is us, we gettin’ money motherf*cker
and the game we trust
everytime we put it down, reppin’ the name is a must
flipmode

give me the henny, you can give me the cris
you can p*ss me the remy but the p*ss the courvoisier
give me the *ss, you could give me the dough
you can give me ‘dro but p*ss the courvoisier

give me some money, you can give me some cars
you can give me the b*tch make sure you p*ss the courvoisier
give me some sh*t, you can give me the cribs
you can give me whatever just p*ss the courvoisier

give me the henny, you can give me the cris
and you can p*ss me the remy but the p*ss the courvoisier
give me the *ss, you could give me the dough
you can give me ‘dro but p*ss the courvoisier

give me some money, you can give me some cars
but you can give me the b*tch make sure you p*ss the courvoisier
give me some sh*t, you can give me the cribs
you can give me whatever just p*ss the courvoisier

yea, yea, yea, yea just p*ss the courvoisier
yea, p*ss me that louie that motherf*ckin’ that that iron groove
nineteen vintage motherf*ckin’ medievil
ow, b*tch, yea, just p*ss the courvoisier

that, that sh*t make
that dark sh*t just me wanna f*ck
straight up, i just need to know
dis n*gg* diddy d*ck hard as a

/ busta rhymes lyrics