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[Featuring Busta Rhymes]
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[E 40] Charlie Hust' Busta Bust' let's do it
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[Busta] Hehehehe Flipmode Sic Wid It
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You know what's best for you you better get widdit
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[E 40]
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I heard him talkin but then he walkin now tell me why
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they never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
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for doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)
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I'm an original rapper retrospected by plenty hated by people
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Me 40 we took it back as street soldier
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You got my back I got your shoulder
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Peas and toes, tryin to make it, it's all oh's
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Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose
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Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
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although I never owned a gui-tar
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I-uh-I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla
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type delivery, 40 and Busta Rhymes, was drinkin
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and smockin hickory, on the porch one time
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When I came up with this line: I was perkin
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off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got
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Flows, like a latina female orgasm
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Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my
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shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
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Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit
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Chorus:
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Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
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(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
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Just do anything you want to do to meeeee!
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(We go do it, do it, do it)
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Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
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(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
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[Busta] Just do anything you want to do to me (2X)
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(We go do it, do it, do it)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Check it out yo
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Do it to me I'ma do it to you
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Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
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Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
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Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together
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Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
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Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
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My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass
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You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned
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No need for you to keep stalkin, HELL but what you talkin
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have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight Christopher Walken
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Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40
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about these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin for me
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You know they all blew it, time to move it
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Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize
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Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes
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Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, WHAT!
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Chorus
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[Busta Bust']
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We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath
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til you satisfied, you know we do it to death
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Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin
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Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin
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Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin it
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When we clubbin all you hear is the live DJ rubbin it
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Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days
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Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid!
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[Charlie Hust']
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My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples
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The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles
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Busta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say Fonzarelli
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Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly
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Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun
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Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
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shove, forgot my gun, but it won't hurt fool
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My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!
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Chorus w/out Busta (3X to fade)
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Do It To Me
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