Busta Rhymes:Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
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This song is performed by Busta Rhymes and appears on the album When Disaster Strikes (1997).
Ah yeah, Flipmode
Here we come, bout to fuckin explode
(Busta Rhymes)
Flipmode, Busta Bust
Nine-seven
Hot shit
Check it out
Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo
Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the studio
You don't want to violate nigga really and truly yo
My main thug nigga named Julio he moody yo
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the tooly yo
Bitch nigga scared to death act fruity yo
Fuck that, look at shorty she a little cutie yo
The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo
Tap mistress, into bangin bitches in videos
Wildin' with my freak like we up in the freak shows
Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes
Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes
Stylin my metaphores when I formulate my flows
If you don't know you're fuckin with lyrical player pros (like that)
Chorus:
Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me...
In God we trust
Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous
A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious
How me and my niggas do it, it's so mysterious
Furious, all of my niggaz is serious
Shook niggaz be walkin around fearin us
Front nigga like you don't wanna be hearin us
Gotta listen to how radio be playin us
30 time a day shit'll make you delirious
Damagin everything all up in your areas
Yo its funny how all the chickens be always servin us
All up inbetween they ass where they wanna carry us
Hitcha good then I hit 'em off with the alias
Various, chickens they wanna marry us
Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we 'bout to bust
Seven figure money the label preparin us
Bite the dust instead of you makin a fuss
Niggas know better cause there aint no comparin us
Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous
Oh shit my whole clique victorious
Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors
While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious
CHORUS
Do you really wanna party with me
let me see just what you got for me
put all your hands where my eyes can see
straight buck wildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
let me see just what you got for me
put all your hands where my eyes can see
straight buck wildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me...
Here we come, bout to fuckin explode
(Busta Rhymes)
Flipmode, Busta Bust
Nine-seven
Hot shit
Check it out
Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo
Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the studio
You don't want to violate nigga really and truly yo
My main thug nigga named Julio he moody yo
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the tooly yo
Bitch nigga scared to death act fruity yo
Fuck that, look at shorty she a little cutie yo
The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo
Tap mistress, into bangin bitches in videos
Wildin' with my freak like we up in the freak shows
Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes
Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes
Stylin my metaphores when I formulate my flows
If you don't know you're fuckin with lyrical player pros (like that)
Chorus:
Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me...
In God we trust
Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous
A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious
How me and my niggas do it, it's so mysterious
Furious, all of my niggaz is serious
Shook niggaz be walkin around fearin us
Front nigga like you don't wanna be hearin us
Gotta listen to how radio be playin us
30 time a day shit'll make you delirious
Damagin everything all up in your areas
Yo its funny how all the chickens be always servin us
All up inbetween they ass where they wanna carry us
Hitcha good then I hit 'em off with the alias
Various, chickens they wanna marry us
Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we 'bout to bust
Seven figure money the label preparin us
Bite the dust instead of you makin a fuss
Niggas know better cause there aint no comparin us
Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous
Oh shit my whole clique victorious
Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors
While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious
CHORUS
Do you really wanna party with me
let me see just what you got for me
put all your hands where my eyes can see
straight buck wildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
let me see just what you got for me
put all your hands where my eyes can see
straight buck wildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me...
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