My, My, My. My, My, My. (Whoaaa). Whoaa. How did we ever get this way. Where's it gonna go.... . My, My, My. My, My, My. (Oooh Ooooh wee). Ooh. How we gonna make it work.
If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say. For all the fools who fell for first girl who comes their way. I've been down that road and now I'm back sitting on square one.
And now it begins to shine. And you found the eyes to see. Each little drop at dawn of every day. . Your smile, it comes back to me. And whatever you may say.
Busta Rhymes and Angie Martinez. Sippin on martinis. Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon. . Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon.