Don’t Touch Me (Throw Da Water on ’Em) lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Produced by Grind Music]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
This is a national security alert
Grind Music
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Aftermath, here we go!

[Verse 1]
Back with the most venomous rap
It be the Godfather of the club banger, let me hear you clap
You can applause and from the very beginnin'
You can give me a standin' ovation while I bang your face in
With another bangin' I call it a cliffhanger
Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap sh*t (Come on!)
You can see the way I make 'em mad sick
From down bottom, the way I got 'em give me my cash quick (Come on!)
Lock on, you better grab onto somethin'
Because I'm 'bout to shake sh*t again and make a black b*tch (c*m on!)
Now you hear the shots ring off from b*tches takin' everything off
Each other, got 'em wildin', runnin' for cover!
The King Kong-Big Foot-gully-with-a-skully bully of rap
Still ugly with the money, runnin' the trap
Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this motherf*cker
Look how I got 'em, now they ready to snap!
[Hook]
So don't touch me, n*gga! (You might burn yourself, ha!)
Don't touch me, n*gga! (Hoo, you might burn yourself, ha)
(Ho, hey) It's gettin' hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, hoo)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, ha)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, c'mon!)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em! Here we go!)

[Verse 2]
Now you see the alcohol spillin'
And we got 'em hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'!
And break it on down just a little once again
Knowin' we holdin' the bank, so let me keep the dice rollin'
And keep it traditional, the way I keep my money fallin'
While you're slackin' on your MAC-in', Duke, we always keep it goin'
Right to the left! Do it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle!
And I pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
How I'm wildin', n*ggas wonder when I'm gonna bring the hook in
Thug's ice grill in every time they get to lookin'
Got 'em wildin' overseas all the way back to, "Go, Brooklyn!"
Now they ready to spaz, 'cause we bring the best to them
sh*t that shut it down on the regular, that's with the
Fly '80s n*gga that was whippin' in a Cressida
Fresher than most of these n*ggas, killin' the rest of the
Fellas that was thinkin' they was rushin' in and bustin' in
But the way we was doin' we was musclin' they hustlin'!
[Hook]
So don't touch me, n*gga! (You might burn yourself, ha!)
Don't touch me, n*gga! (Hoo, you might burn yourself, ha)
(Ho, hey) It's gettin' hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, hoo)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, ha)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, c'mon!)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em! Here we go!)

[Verse 3]
You don't really want it, my dude, I'm sayin' most my n*ggas is rude!
And when we come, we eat a n*gga' food!
Back to the fact of the matter at hand
For me to come and control this whole sh*t was only part of the plan
The other part of the plan for you to understand
That nothin' could f*ck with the kid, let me say it again!
The broad-backed, big Bus-a-Bus back to put out the trash
And just for the record, we got it on smash
Now, how the f*ck they even got the audacity?
To fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity
Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be
Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy!
Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again?
I be wildin' wit' raunchy b*tches and a bunch of hooligans!
Now don't get it f*cked up just because I flaunt it
n*ggas think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it
See, I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster
I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster!
[Hook]
So don't touch me, n*gga! (You might burn yourself, ha!)
Don't touch me, n*gga! (Hoo, you might burn yourself, ha)
(Ho, hey) It's gettin' hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, hoo)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, ha)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, c'mon!)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em! Keep it goin'!)

[Verse 4]
You already know I said it, word to mother
sh*t is so hot, you n*ggas think it's cold up in the summer!
Shh, calm the noise down, let's get a little quiet
'Cause the neighbors call the police, they know we cause riots
And they know that we'll have them thinkin' they dancin' with the devil
When they play the music, turn the volume to the highest level!
*inhales*, you got it right!
Let's keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite
Now, you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit
(Aw, sh*t!) You see me, n*gga, back in the c*ckpit
Out to gettin' this money, I give you all a stock tip
Perspire by a n*gga 'til you see the sweat drop drip

[Hook]
So don't touch me, n*gga! (You might burn yourself, ha!)
Don't touch me, n*gga! (Hoo, you might burn yourself, ha)
(Ho, hey) It's gettin' hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, hoo)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, ha)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em, c'mon!)
(Ho, hey) We got 'em hot in this b*tch (So throw the water on 'em! Here we go!)

[Outro]
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