Starsky & Hutch

[Intro: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Uh
(Ha!)
Uh (Ha!)
Uh (Ha!)
Uh (Ha!)
Uh (Ha!)
Yes y'all
Throw your hands up real high (Word up, word up)
Let's see where the people in the world is at (Uh, uh, where you at, shawty?)
With LL, Busta Rhymes, check it out...

[Verse 1: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Two big ballers keep the juice blending
Fuck Black Caesar, I didn't like the ending
Why? Cos we two jiggy niggas always making
Too many million dollar affilliations
Abbreviation, LL, period (HUH!)
I'm platinum every time, it's serious
Ayo, we serious when we experience millions
High, rolling to the max, extra big willying (Uh-huh)
With a third of my deposit
I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet
Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens
Shake it down for papers
Hey, now she jump shaking!

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Gotta keep on making it hot
Gotta keep on making it hot
Gotta keep on making it hot
Gotta keep on making it hot

[Verse 2: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villian
Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling
Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling
You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
Ayo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling
Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing
You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker
Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca
Ayo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker
In the process of the jux she might feel the Black'N'Decker
Reason being, I work my tool right
Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right

[Hook: Busta Rhymes (LL Cool J)]
Gotta keep on making it hot (Word up, uh)
Gotta keep on making it hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Gotta keep on making it hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Gotta keep on making it hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

[Bridge: LL Cool J (Busta Rhymes)]
Just lean left, lean right
Lean front, lean back
C'mon, you gotta ride it baby
(You gotta shake it all night, baby)
Just lean left (lean left), c'mon, lean right, c'mon
Lean front, c'mon, lean back, c'mon
(Just shake it, c'mon shake it)
(Just break it)
Shake it, baby, uh

[Interlude: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Say what, say what
Busta Bust
Mr. Smith
Flipmode in illion
Yo, lets sing a little something for the song...

[Bridge 2: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
(Yo, yo, baby)
(C'mon now, you know I'm audi)
Fellas get up out your seat, seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
(Ay, you, you, you jealous niggas)
(Change your ways, son)

[Verse 3: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Busta Bust
Mr. Smith
We on the track, I always spark the lah
I always catch a contact
Ayo, stimulation make a nigga wig push back
Like he gotta touch a bottom here for Mencap
He went from Dreadlocks to Caesars
Now he called Cash
Brothers shaving bums is nasty
Kid, so watch that...
I be the B-U-S-T-A R-H-Y-M-E-S
Full of finesse, lyrically complex
And I'm the double L, C-dash-O-dash-O-L, period-J
My leers waiting on the runway, Bus'
Yo, ayo, yo, I'm Mr. You, God
Is it the bashment?
Ayo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy
Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi
Mizzy kizza let the rhythm dizzi
Just a lesson for you sucka MC's
Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period

[Interlude: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Word is bond
Ah man
I had a good time working with you, Mr. Smith
Do you think they'll ever recover?
I have no idea, I see niggas is in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the air, uh
Just have a good time and wave them around
(C'mon, throw your hands in the air, word up)
Mr. Smith and Busta Rhymes get down

[Bridge 2: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
(Yo, yo, baby)
(C'mon now, you know I'm audi)
Fellas get up out your seat, seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
(Ay, you, you, you jel' niggas)
(Change your ways, son, word up, son)

[Outro: LL Cool J & Busta Rhymes]
Ah man
Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas
Ah man
In a happy and fun loving way, you know (Splash!)
Yeah, yeah, you know that
Like, like a little ice waters and shit, man
You niggas chill down
Put your shades on, kid
Cool the fuck off, fuck is wrong with these...
Put your shades on baby
Aight?
We shinin' (nigga), shades on, uh
Niggas leaning or something
Leaning like they, they deformed or something
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Fix your neck, you look like Shaq in that commercial