Taste It - Busta Rhymes

Taste It - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)
Taste it taste it taste it
Here we go Ay yo
Ladies where you at cmon cmon
Ladies where you at cmon cmon
You ready to freak out ladies
Yeah taste it taste it taste it
Soldiers We bout to line it up just right
Check it watch how we do it
Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock
Cause I love the way you pop that (cmon)
Every single time we come to drop that
A lot of freaky women react to a ni**a hot track (let's go)
Then we start to cook up the place
Women watching the ni**a with the ready to do the (ugh )
Look on their face (cmon)
Freak nasty you know the way you do it all on the guard
And the way you love to speak nasty
Another freak pass me (woo )
Floss on in the club aint even got the draws on
You messing with a ni**a better
Stop that sh*t mama
In other words you better watch that sh*t
Cause you got that sh*t
The way your a** sit up all on your back
Its like you need to go shop that
See niggas would cock that And definitely wont waste it
And while you at it take a lick and just taste it
(taste it taste it taste it)
B-b-baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high
You tell me to go low
So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high
You tell me to go low
So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again
I like it Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar
See a chick that kinda look like a star
And Im saying even though I wanna to take you home girl
I know its kinda late but you aint got to come along girl
Wait a sec you know I know a song girl
Me and you and one of your other home girls
Let me put it down and we started to bone girl
The other had a heat I thought yall be gettin along girl
Just put the pep in your step
Whats with all the emotional sh*t
You know we be swingin a hep
Put it on me like I wouldnt recover
Saying two chicks that was beefin
And touching and feeling each other
Word to mother now we having a ball
The way we knockin
As the sound of the bed head smackin the wall
Baby Im saying I lovin how you rubbin
And the way that you lace it and rush it
When you gettin ready to taste it Baby I love it
The way you rub it And the way you lace it and rush it
When you gettin ready to taste it
B-b-baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high
You tell me to go low
So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high
You tell me to go low
So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again
I like it
Girl I know you wanna (taste it taste it taste it)
Yeah I like it I love the way you always get down
And (taste it taste it taste it)
Ladies if you want your man to get down
And (taste it taste it taste it)
Just throw your hands in the air
Fellas just make it do it too (taste it taste it taste it)
Now you can both do it
Shorty hit me all on the two-way
Tell me to meet her way in the back
By the couches up inside the cheetah
Then I step up in the club
Keep it moving wit my hand on my heater
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
Even though this sh*t was way off the meter
Couldnt believe her Shorty buggin and
Giving me head in back of the speaker
Now check it I love the way she step to it
And how shes keepin it basic
And always be ready to taste it
B-b-baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high
You tell me to go low
So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high
You tell me to go low
So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again
I like it
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