Uh, ha!   Uh, ha!   Uh, ha!   Uh, ha!   Uh, ha!   Uh      Yes y'all throw your hands up real high   Let's see where the people in the world is at   Where you at shorty?   With L L Busta Rhymes check it out      Two big ballers keep the juice blending, who?   Fuck black Ceaser I didn't like the ending   Why? 'Cos we two jiggy niggas always making   Too many million dollar affiliations      Abbreviation, L L, period   I'm platinum every time, it's serious   Aiyo we serious when we experience millions   High rolling to the max, extra big willing      Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit   I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet   Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens   Shake it down for papers hey, now she jump shaking      Gotta keep on making it high   Gotta keep on making it high   Gotta keep on making it high   Gotta keep on making it high      Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villain   Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling   Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling   You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing      Aiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling   Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing   You know she's willing, 'cos honey's a star trekker   Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca      Aiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than chubby checker   In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black & Decker   The reason being, I work my tool right   Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right      Gotta keep on making it high   Gotta keep on making it high   Gotta keep on making it high   Gotta keep on making it high      Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back   C'mon, you gotta ride it baby   You gotta shake it all night baby   Shake it, shake it      Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back   C'mon shake it, just shake it, c'mon shake it, just break it   You gotta ride it baby, Busta bust Mr. Smith   Flip mode yo, let's sing a little something for the song      Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat   C'mon and chill with me, me, me   C'mon baby, you know I'm Audi   Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat   Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me      Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways   Busta bust   Mr Smith   We on the track, I always spark the lah   I always catch a contact      Aiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig push back   Like he gotta touch a bottom here for men cap   He went from dreadlocks to Ceasers   Now he called cash brothers shaving bums is nasty   Kid so watch that      I be the B U S T A R H Y M E S   Full of finesse, lyrically complex   And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L   Period J my leers waiting on the runway, bust      Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr. You, God   Is it the basement?   Aiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude boy      Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi   Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi   Just a lesson for you sucker MC's   'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period      Word is bond, ah man   I had a good time working with you Mr. Smith   Do you think they'll ever recover?   I have no idea, I see niggas is in comas and concussions      It's ridiculous, word up throw your hands in the air   Just have a good time and wave them around   Throw your hands in the air, word up, word up, word up   Mr. Smith and Busta Rhymes get down      Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat   C'mon and chill with me, me, me   C'mon baby, you know I'm Audi   Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat   Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me      Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways son   Ah man splash a little bit of flossing on niggas   Ah man in a happy and fun loving way   You know, splash   Yeah, you know that      Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man   You niggas need to chill down put your shades on kid   Cool the fuck off put your shades on baby      Aight?   Shine, nigga put them shades on   Niggas leaning leaning like they deformed or something   Ha, fix your neck   You like like Shaq in that commercial