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| E-40 The Element Of Surprise Do It To Me [e-40] charlie hust', busta bust', let's do it [busta] hehehehe, flipmode, sic-wid-it You know what's best for you, you better get widdit [e-40] I heard him talkin, but then he walkin, now tell me why They never been incarcerated in a correctional facility For doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea) I'm an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier You got my back i got your shoulder Peas and toes, tryin to make it, it's all oh's Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star Although i never owned a gui-tar I-uh-i'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla Type delivery, 40 and busta rhymes, was drinkin And smockin hickory, on the porch one time When i came up with this line: i was perkin Off of some of that carlos rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got Flows, like a latina female orgasm Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my Shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit Chorus: Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee! (do it to me baby, do it to me baby) Just do anything you want to do to meeeee! (we go do it, do it, do it) Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee! (do it to me baby, do it to me baby) [busta] just do anything you want to do to me (2x) (we go do it, do it, do it) [busta rhymes] Check it out yo Do it to me i'ma do it to you Rubber you glue, bounce off of me i stick it on you Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned No need for you to keep stalkin, hell but what you talkin Have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight christopher walken Shorty tried to call me and warn me and e-40 About these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin for me You know they all blew it, time to move it Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, what! Chorus [busta bust'] We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath Til you satisfied, you know we do it to death Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin Do it for the love affair because i'm lovin it When we clubbin all you hear is the live dj rubbin it Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days Do it for money, know i gotta keep my bills paid! [charlie hust'] My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles Busta rhyzzzimes, and charlie hustle, or should i say fonzarelli Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to Shove, forgot my gun, but it won't hurt fool My music come up out the woodwork, beatch! Chorus w/out busta (3x to fade) |
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