Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez
Sippin on mar-tinis
Check it out now, check it out now, cmon, cmon
Now lets take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, cmon
Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, cmon
Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit
Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit
Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit
Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, cmon
You know we got em lovin how we movin em crazy
How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby
Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst
Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse
Niggaz need to rehearse (you)
Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church
Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse
Make you react first
Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst
Ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and Angie
Take shit beyond where niggaz really cant see
Flow freakin yo music together like we nasty
When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me
Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way
Blaze treets and speed down the Pulaski Parkway
In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day
Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof)
Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me
I rep for my niggaz, you rep for Puerto Rico mami!
Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us
Most high we trust, other than that
Everybody suspect, dont bother come test
Funk Flex blastin with it, Im masterin it
Linda Carter of the rap game
With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn
man the game plans arran-gin
a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board
Step inside, arrest my eyes, I dont sleep
Confess sometimes I roll deep
Underestimating mine is to not know me
I, analyze, every situation
And I rise to any occasion
And I, stays in, do me mode then Im
runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a
sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas..
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