Take it Off Part 2

Busta Rhymes

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    f/ Meka

    [Busta Rhymes - talking]
    Yeah .. Come fuck wit us ..
    Yeah, ya'll know what to do to this shit

    Yeah, haha, streets
    We bout to do it again
    We bout to do it again
    We bout to do it again niggas
    I hope ya'll ready
    Check it, check it, c'mon, WOO

    [Busta Rhymes]
    Check out the technique
    C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
    Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
    Over playa then do this shit again next week
    Gettin this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
    Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
    I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
    Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
    I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
    Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
    Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin
    Feel the fox mink draggin on the floor watch it
    You really need to stop
    Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
    C'mon, stay struntin with the mini bop
    Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop

    [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] (Meka)
    Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
    (We know how you be doin it baby) How we be doin it baby
    (We know how you be takin it off) How we take it from 'em
    (We know how you be killin 'em baby) How we killin 'em
    (We know how you be ready to ball) c'mon, c'mon, you know we ready to do it
    (We know how you be drivin 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
    (We know how you be breakin if off) You know we breakin it off, let's go
    (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now
    (And make it hot 'til they take it off)

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    [Busta Rhymes]
    This is a shake down (c'mon)
    Weakin your whole shit ' til it break down (uh huh)
    Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down dudes
    Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down dude (dude)
    Scrape down food (food), niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over
    Spit and make the tape sound rude
    Ha, niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing
    But only gettin on the stage to get booed
    Kennedy loft hos mackin at the top of the Trump Towers
    Rockin fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes)
    Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
    Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow
    No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
    I'm sayin no place a mine, is for them corny hos
    C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin
    We keepin it gully and know we always keep it poppin

    [Chorus]

    [Break - Busta Rhymes & Meka]
    Ha, get that money
    Come fuck wit us
    Hands in the sky
    Keep on livin
    Do your own thing
    All my people holla and let me hear ya reply
    Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
    Say take it off (YOU BETTER TAKE IT OFF)
    Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
    Say take it off (BETTER TAKE IT OFF)

    [Busta Rhymes]
    C'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
    The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
    Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy
    And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy
    Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
    Frontin and tryin be somethin you not boy
    Listen again we keep on bangin and pissin 'em off
    Spazzin on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off

    [Chorus]

    (*skit after the song is over*)

    Male: Yeah
    Female: Wait, wait, wait hold on
    M: Come on let me put it right here, what you doin? What you doin?
    F: Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
    M: I don't need no rubber, you look clean, wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin
    F: Na, na, you ain't runnin up in here without no jimmy
    M: Ah, you fuckin actin like that
    F: You better find one
    M: Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo
    M: Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay
    F: I'm not leavin
    M: Aight cool, hold on, hold on
    M: I knew I had a condom what the fuck man (*crinkling noises*)
    M: Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?
    (*sounds of a horse galloping*)
    Trojan Man: It is I, Trojan Man! (*echo*)
    M: Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?
    TM: No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are risin
    TM: And I want your bitch to taste it (*echo*)
    TM: Trojan Man! (*humming sound*)

    [Man talking]
    This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company
    And I don't give a fuck what you say
    Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch
    So remember always strap your shit up (*echo*)

    Trojan Man!

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    Composición: Trevor Smith

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