*featuring Pharrell Williams
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Clones..
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[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
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Whachu say your name was?
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Well um, lookin real sexy right now
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You and your girls, are lookin good
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Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets
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What's your name baby? word? okay
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Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta
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[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
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Hah, I know you starving for this shit
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Baby I'm feeling your hunger
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I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar
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So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya
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I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma
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Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya
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Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm
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See the police gon jail ya
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For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now
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Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya
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Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya
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Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
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Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
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Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed
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What he initially said because a nigga dead
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But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit
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I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit
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[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
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Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
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Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
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Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - I'll light your ass on fire
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Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - Bitch I'll light that ass on fire
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Move girl I'll light your ass on fire
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[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
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Bust it, baby I know you probably really
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Need a table cloth to cover your ass
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Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass
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Shit so big just put the club in yo ass
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Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass
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I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass
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And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass
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I'm saying hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash
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The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen
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I light the L smell a wiff of the hash
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And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash
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I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast
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Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass
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Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash
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And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash
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(Hah, c'mon) we making money and shit
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Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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Welcome to hot in Hazyville
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It make you wanna dance till you break your heels
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I know you love the way the God make your feel
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Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?)
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It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field
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Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
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That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville)
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[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
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Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor
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I noticed that your ass too big for your draws
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You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass
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To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass
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Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing
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All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying
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And going hmm, see how you putting it down
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I love the way you shake it throw it around!
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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Light Your Ass On Fire
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Busta Rhymes |