| Song | We Goin' To Do It To Ya |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Album | It Ain't Safe No More. . . |
| 作词 : Smith, Wesley | |
| Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit | |
| and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz) | |
| Let's give it to 'em | |
| Yo, let's give it to 'em | |
| Yo, let's give it to 'em | |
| Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em | |
| Flipmode, let's give it to 'em | |
| Check it | |
| [Verse One] | |
| Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this) | |
| You shocked that I've returned like this | |
| Stern like shit'll make you firm like this | |
| C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this | |
| Pearl white shit'll make the world hype quick | |
| and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this | |
| Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY) | |
| Stack money like a Backstreet Boy | |
| Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat | |
| Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy | |
| So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this | |
| Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy | |
| Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash | |
| You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON) | |
| And you know we rock on and on | |
| And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and | |
| And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon) | |
| You know we bout to take it to the next mornin | |
| [Chorus: repeat 2X] | |
| Get your big ass on the floor! | |
| You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) | |
| You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) | |
| You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga | |
| Get your big ass on the floor, C'MON!! | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon | |
| Change flow and then we lay low | |
| Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo' | |
| Stack peso, big money know my small money | |
| probably bigger than your WHACK payroll | |
| Money get your hands off of me, dance all night | |
| Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me | |
| So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me | |
| Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me | |
| So simple, there go the champagne glass | |
| When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full | |
| Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me | |
| Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me | |
| Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do' | |
| Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!) | |
| Make those, know nigga we got heat big | |
| Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!) | |
| Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo' | |
| Hollerin and screamin this my shit! (RRAH!) | |
| Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling | |
| I know you love the way we bounce back nigga | |
| Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot | |
| You can run and go announce that nigga, c'mon | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Get your big ass on the floor | |
| You know we goin'.. |
| zuò cí : Smith, Wesley | |
| Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit | |
| and let me shake a leg nigga! Megahertz | |
| Let' s give it to ' em | |
| Yo, let' s give it to ' em | |
| Yo, let' s give it to ' em | |
| Busta Bust, let' s give it to ' em | |
| Flipmode, let' s give it to ' em | |
| Check it | |
| Verse One | |
| Ever felt the fire burn like this burn like this | |
| You shocked that I' ve returned like this | |
| Stern like shit' ll make you firm like this | |
| C' mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this | |
| Pearl white shit' ll make the world hype quick | |
| and earl like knowin I' m bonin your girl like this | |
| Act sweet BOY nigga we pack heat so BACK BOY | |
| Stack money like a Backstreet Boy | |
| Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat | |
| Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy | |
| So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this | |
| Don' t let me have to let the mac speak boy | |
| Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash | |
| You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy C' MON | |
| And you know we rock on and on | |
| And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and | |
| And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin c' mon | |
| You know we bout to take it to the next mornin | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| Get your big ass on the floor! | |
| You know we goin' do it to ya alright | |
| You know we goin' do it to ya alright | |
| You know we doin' do it to ya alright nigga | |
| Get your big ass on the floor, C' MON!! | |
| Verse Two | |
| The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c' mon | |
| Change flow and then we lay low | |
| Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo' | |
| Stack peso, big money know my small money | |
| probably bigger than your WHACK payroll | |
| Money get your hands off of me, dance all night | |
| Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me | |
| So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me | |
| Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me | |
| So simple, there go the champagne glass | |
| When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full | |
| Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me | |
| Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me | |
| Whatchu play fo'? RRAH! When I hop up in my two do' | |
| Great sex and do it, say no mo' RRAH! | |
| Make those, know nigga we got heat big | |
| Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though RRAH! | |
| Get high shit RRAH! fly bitches runnin the flo' | |
| Hollerin and screamin this my shit! RRAH! | |
| Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling | |
| I know you love the way we bounce back nigga | |
| Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot | |
| You can run and go announce that nigga, c' mon | |
| Chorus | |
| Get your big ass on the floor | |
| You know we goin'.. |