Hey Ladies Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Here we go now, yea 

C'mon, yea, check it 

(Verse One) 

I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six 

My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six 

Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch 

The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits 

I keep my name on the way on top of the now list 

Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit 

It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick 

And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick 

Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip 

That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit 

Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch 

Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich 

Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish 

While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous 

A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this 

While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist' 

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(Chorus) 

I say LADIES, my MERCEDES 

Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat 

Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back 

When you step up in the club I know you know how to act 

Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on 

Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon 

Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong 

Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin 

(Verse Two) 

Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three 

My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three 

And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin to be 

My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see 

These fools try to talk just a little much to a G 

They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree 

Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea 

Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea 

I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free 

Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee 

Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V 

Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D 

Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki 

Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee 

You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee 

And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe 

Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree 

Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy 

In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree 

Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski 

If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me 

I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin 

While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas 

We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee' 

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(Chorus) 

Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon 

(heavy breathing) 

Here we go now, yea 

C'mon