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Busta Rhymes- Bounce (Let Me See Ya Throw It).mp3

2009-09-30 - extension: mp3 - size: 3 MB

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Busta Rhymes- Bounce (Let Me See Ya Throw It).mp3

2009-01-20 - extension: mp3 - size: 3 MB

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Busta Rhymes - Bounce Let Me See Ya Throw It.mp3

2009-02-15 - extension: mp3 - size: 6 MB

Busta Rhymes - Bounce Let Me See Ya Throw It

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Busta Rhymes - Make It Clap
[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody (More) [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!! Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!) Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys We come to control it we come to command it And just for the record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Verse 2: Spliff Star] See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Bridge: Busta Rhymes] I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night We make you feel good, make you feel right See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin real tight Niggas up in the club, niggas outside Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in inmtside Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya.... [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] All ready we come to muscle y'all women Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women Come on [Spliff Star] Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Outro] Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap (Less)

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Busta Rhymes - Fire
Intro:] Busta Rhymes, 2000 We got the fire now Come on! [Verse 1:] Hey, come on, hey (More) Intro:] Busta Rhymes, 2000 We got the fire now Come on! [Verse 1:] Hey, come on, hey Whether it's from all of us You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest Whose impossible folding impossible flow Ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so I make you anticipate great Type shape real live niggas appreciate To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed Run niggas to the island I pack most After the gun burst quench my blood thirst We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE! [Chorus:] All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii) Just put your hands up in the air And while we blow the spot and keep it hot You got that FIRE! Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place We got that FIRE! [Verse 2:] Aiyyo Rock until I'm gone Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights on Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on No I ain't havin' it Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it Now you can distinguish how Afro-English flowin' broke in English Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin' Women flawsin' blow the spot often (WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you need to calculate Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce Connected the raw types of shit To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show And then let all of my niggas in the back door And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE! [Chorus] (Less)

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