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Hoo!
Yeah it's another one of them marvelous
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes s**t, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
hardc*re, riggady raw, lay flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigg* shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you jumpin' around, had the girls beggin fo' more
Street , yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned if you try to bite, s**t I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest out on a tour
Make a nigg* black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door
CHORUS:
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My , all my
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money girls who still hang around the way
All my get money girls that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...
My girls, all my girls, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my girls what you got for me
Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
Could give a fk, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
know that I be rockin the most
fkin Ethiopian girls, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a nigg* playin me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic s**t, get you r*tarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
fkin around and gettin me started
Still whippin in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a fk
In the streets, livin it up
So what happened to the last nigg* bust
Could give a fk whoever he was
Throw them outta the clubs
Them all, s**t turnin me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all fk with the strays
fkin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it's too late
Got a nigg* stuck in his ways
CHORUS:
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My , all my
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money girls who still hang around the way
All my get money girls that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...
My girls, all my girls, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my girls what you got for me
