Letra We Got What You Want de Busta Rhymes original
Yeah I though y'all was goin' Were gonna take y'all on for a little ride and shit You know what I mean now, now, now, yeah We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street Swim through this mutha fucka Busta-Bus now, now, now Hop scotch I found a new bounce just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh! Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!) Getting' them whips and bounce outta town Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c'mon!) With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!) Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me!) Fuckin' while Shorty’s busy shakin' her shit (on me!) Man stop, just let ‘em flop watch girlfriend all alone tryin’ a cock block Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune Make y'all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom! Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way! It's your night go get your money (Get your money nigger) Get that dough bounce if ya want And light that blunt smoke if you got to (Smoke nigger, smoke) Shake yo shit bounce if you have to Flipmode squad back in the spot (What, What) With all yo shit bounce in the truck (Truck nigger) Yes, yes y'all bounce we go what ya want (Bounce in the truck) All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches! C'mon! We stay spittin' on See what we sittin’ on Shittin' you see how my 20” be fittin' on nigga A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on Hittin' Shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6 Hit y'all wit' the shit split y'all Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all We suppose to reach most shit bang Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!) Choke y'all provoke y'all Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke y’all Check it, see now a days we caught cribs And caught big fat loss Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off The way we prove it to y'all Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y'all It's your night go get your money Get that dough bounce if ya want (That dough nigger) And light that blunt smoke if you got to (Life’s with “L” now) Shake yo shit bounce if you have to (Bounce baby, bounce) Flipmode squad back in the spot (Flipmode squad) With all yo shit bounce in the truck Yes, yes y'all, we got what ya want (Y’all got what you want) All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches! C'mon! Straight black out shit fo show Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh) Yeah we floss and drop pricy things Talk slick look money and rock icy things She tried to get that score By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh) We puts it on and watch bitches getting a getsy Flipmode up in this mutha fucka just for the record It's your night go get your money Get that dough bounce if ya want (Get your money nigger) And light that blunt smoke if you got to (Smoke niggers) Shake yo shit bounce if you have to (Bounce baby, bounce) Flipmode squad back in the spot (Flipmode squad) With all yo shit bounce in the truck (Truck now) Yes, yes y'all, we got what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches! C'mon! See how we’re sittin’ on Checkin’ how my 20 inch fittin’ on nigger Rollin’ down ‘em motherfuckers keep sittin’ on them doves bitches To all my truck drivin’ ass motherfuckers Wind your motherfucking windows down right now Turn your fucking volume up to 10, motherfucker And let’s shatter a couple neighbours’ windows out this bitch Let’s get to it