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