Busta Rhymes
Touch It (Remix 3) dainos žodžiai
[Intro & Chorus]
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it
[repeat 6x]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)] Aiyyo Swizz (It ain't over) we sone created another epidemic for the streets nigga Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!! I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!! (G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! Aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick Pump shotty nobody can hold his click Them hoes eyein they probably on my dick The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY (Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted Everybody talk money everybody gonna run with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget (TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RANG (RING)
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
[Chorus] Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it [repeat 4x]
[Verse 2: Papoose (Busta Rhymes)] (Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!) I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN F**K YOU ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER (Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand I got New York City in the palm of my hand Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!) I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!) PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM SHIT IS BLASTIN WITH A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, WE LET 'EM
[Chorus] Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it [repeat 4x]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] (Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'f**kers What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!) CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT (Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin There's no more delayin I'm comin and slayin The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf I eat a nigga food until nothin left (TURN IT UP!!) NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS LIKE I'M DOIN IT FOR THE TV RESPECT IT YOU BETTER GET THE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME LLOYD BANKS, PAPOOSE AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE HOOD LIKE I DO GRAFFITI
[Chorus] Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it [repeat 4x]
[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)] Aiyyo Swizz (It ain't over) we sone created another epidemic for the streets nigga Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!! I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!! (G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! Aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick Pump shotty nobody can hold his click Them hoes eyein they probably on my dick The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY (Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted Everybody talk money everybody gonna run with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget (TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RANG (RING)
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
[Chorus] Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it [repeat 4x]
[Verse 2: Papoose (Busta Rhymes)] (Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!) I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN F**K YOU ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER (Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand I got New York City in the palm of my hand Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!) I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!) PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM SHIT IS BLASTIN WITH A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, WE LET 'EM
[Chorus] Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it [repeat 4x]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] (Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'f**kers What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!) CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT (Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin There's no more delayin I'm comin and slayin The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf I eat a nigga food until nothin left (TURN IT UP!!) NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS LIKE I'M DOIN IT FOR THE TV RESPECT IT YOU BETTER GET THE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME LLOYD BANKS, PAPOOSE AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE HOOD LIKE I DO GRAFFITI
[Chorus] Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it [repeat 4x]
