We Got What You Want

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Where y'all thought y'all was goin'?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gon' take y'all on for a little ride and shit
Yanaimean? Now, now, now, yeah
We gon' sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this muh'fucka
Busta-Bus now, now, now

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Hop scotch I found (Hah) a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth (Huh) while my beat knock (Uh, huh!)
Stop chips and cock (Hah) Glocks wit' clips
Go sailin' (Huh) in yacht ships and park big whips (Oh!)
Gettin' them whips (Hah), bounce outta town
Take trips, ride slow through them hoods and park up on the main strip (Hah)
Baby girl gimme yo' hand cock fast (Come on)
With a number in yo' hand, hot ass (Hol' up)
(Hah) Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (On me!)
Fuckin' while shorty's (Hah) busy shakin' her shit (On me!) (Hah)
Man stop, just let 'em flop, watch girlfriend all alone, tryna (Hah) cock block
Hot shit (Huh) make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune (Hah)
Make y'all niggas act out and bust your AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay day muh'fucka you better make (Way!)

[Hook: Tracy Leila & Busta Rhymes]
It's your night, (Uh) go get your money (Get your money, nigga)
Get that dough (Yeah, hah), bounce if ya want (Yeah)
And light that blunt (Uh), smoke if you got to (Smoke, nigga, smoke)
Shake yo shit (Hah, hah), bounce if you have to (Yeah)
Flimode squad (What?), back in the spot (What? Hah)
With hot mo' shit (Yeah), to bounce in the truck (Truck, nigga)
(Bounce in the truck) Yes, yes, y'all bounce we go what ya want (Yeah)
All my niggas (All my niggas)
All my bitches
Come on!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
(Huh) We stay spittin' on
See what we sittin' on
Shittin' you see how my 20 inch be fittin' on, nigga?
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on (Hah)
Hittin' shorty on (Huh) the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
(Come on!) Move quiet (Hah) with all the DL chicks (Uh)
Who carry on and get head up in my CL6 (Heh!)
Hit y'all wit' the shit (Split y'all!)
Chicks all on my whip (Hah) hopin' they ass (Fit y'all!) (Hah)
We supposed (Huh) to reach most shit bang
Watch how niggas bounce in East Coast (Heeaaah...)
Choke y'all, provoke y'all
Killin' street (Hah) every time we distribute the coke y'all, check it
See nowadays we cop cribs (Hah)
And cop big fat lofts
Fuck big fat bitches (Huh) that make cliques back off (Off)
The way we prove it to y'all
Is just bang niggas every time we do it to y'all, yeah! (Oh!)

[Hook: Tracy Leila, Busta Rhymes & Both]
It's your night, (Yeah) go get your money
Get that dough (Your dough, nigga), bounce if ya want (Yeah)
And light that blunt (Hah, light your L now), smoke if you got to (Hah)
Shake yo shit (Bounce, baby, bounce), bounce if you have to (Hah)
Flimode squad (Yeah), back in the spot (Flipmode Squad)
With hot mo' shit (Hah, yeah), to bounce in your truck with (Yeah)
Yes, yes, y'all, we got what ya want
All my niggas (All my niggas)
All my bitches (Hah)
Come on!

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Straight black out shit fo' sho' (Hah)
Makin' you back yo mack out quick, ayo (Heh)
Yeah, we floss (Ayy) and drop pricy things (Things)
Talk slick (Huh), get money and rock icy things (Hah)
She tried to get that score (Huh)
By throwin' (Hah) the pussy beggin' me to hit that raw (Uh-uh!)
We puts it on and watch bitches gettin' a getsy (Huh)
Flipmode up in this muh'fucka (Just for the record! Yo!)

[Hook: Tracy Leila & Busta Rhymes]
It's your night, (Hah) go get your money (Huh)
Get that dough (Get your money, nigga), bounce if ya want (Yeah)
And light that blunt (Hah, yeah), smoke if you got to (Smoke, nigga)
Shake yo shit (Yeah), bounce if you have to (Bounce, baby, bounce)
Flimode squad (Yeah), back in the spot (Flipmode Squad)
With hot mo' shit (Hah, yeah), to bounce in your truck with (Truck now, hah)
Yes, yes, y'all, (Yeah) we got what ya want
All my niggas (All my niggas)
All my bitches
Come on!

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
(Hah) Yeah
Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah
See how we sittin' on
Shittin', you see how my 20 inch fittin' on, nigga
Yeah
Rollin' down the muh'fuckin' street, sittin' on them dubs, bitches
Yeah, yeah
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

["Truck Volume Interlude"]
Yeah
To all my truck-drivin' ass muh'fuckas!
Yeah, wind your motherfuckin' windows down right now
Turn your fuckin' volume up to 10, muh'fucka!
And lets shatter a couple of neighbours windows out this bitch
Let's get to it