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Titel: Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
Artist: Busta Rhymes
[Busta Rhymes]
\n Ah yeah, Flipmode
\n Here we come, bout to fuckin explode
\n Flipmode, Busta Bust
\n Nine-seven
\n Hot shit
\n Check it out
\n
\n Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo
\n Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo
\n When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
\n Wild up in the club like we wylin the studio
\n You don't want to violate nigga really and truly-o
\n My main thug nigga named Julio he moodio
\n Type of nigga that'll slap you with the toolio
\n Bitch nigga scared to death ask fruity-o
\n Fuck that look at shorty she a little cutie-o
\n The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo
\n Tap mistresses and bangin bitches in videos
\n Wild up in my freak like we up in the freak shows
\n Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes
\n Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes
\n Stylin my metaphores when I formulate my flows
\n If you don't know you're fuckin with the real player pros (like that)
\n
\n Chorus: repeat 2X
\n
\n Do you really wanna party with me
\n Let me see just what you got for me
\n Put all your hands where my eyes could see
\n Straight buck wylin in the place to be
\n
\n If you really wanna party with me, in God we trust
\n Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous
\n A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious
\n I'm makin my niggas deal with it so mysterious
\n Furious all of my niggaz is serious
\n Should niggaz be walkin around fearin us
\n Frontin nigga like you don't wanna be hearin us
\n Gotta listen to the radio be playin us
\n 30 time a day shit'll make you delirious
\n Damagin everything all up in your areas
\n Yo its funny how all the chickens be always servin us
\n All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us
\n Hitcha gonnana hit em off with the illiest
\n Varias chickens they wanna marry us
\n Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust
\n Settle for your money the label preparin us
\n Bite the dust instead of you makin a fuss
\n Niggas know better cause there aint no comparin us
\n Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous
\n Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous
\n Oh shit my whole clique victorious
\n Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors
\n While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious
\n Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious
\n
\n
\n CHORUS
\n Do you really wanna party with me
\n let me see just what you got for me
\n put all your hands where my eyes can see
\n straight buck wylin in the place to be
\n If you really wanna party with me
\n let me see just what you got for me
\n put all your hands where my eyes can see
\n straight buck wylin in the place to be
\n If you really wanna party with me ...
\n
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