We Got What You Want lyrics

by

Truth Hurts


[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 sh*t
Yanaimean? Now, now, now, yeah
We gon' sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this muh'f*cka
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 c*ck (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 c*ck fast (Come on)
With a number in yo' hand, hot ass (Hol' up)
(Hah) Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (On me!)
f*ckin' while shorty's (Hah) busy shakin' her sh*t (On me!) (Hah)
Man stop, just let 'em flop, watch girlfriend all alone, tryna (Hah) c*ck block
Hot sh*t (Huh) make a b*tch wanna whine just like a reggae tune (Hah)
Make y'all n*ggas act out and bust your AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay day muh'f*cka you better make (Way!)

[Hook: Tracy Leila & Busta Rhymes]
It's your night, (Uh) go get your money (Get your money, n*gga)
Get that dough (Yeah, hah), bounce if ya want (Yeah)
And light that blunt (Uh), smoke if you got to (Smoke, n*gga, smoke)
Shake yo sh*t (Hah, hah), bounce if you have to (Yeah)
Flimode squad (What?), back in the spot (What? Hah)
With hot mo' sh*t (Yeah), to bounce in the truck (Truck, n*gga)
(Bounce in the truck) Yes, yes, y'all bounce we go what ya want (Yeah)
All my n*ggas (All my n*ggas)
All my b*tches
Come on!
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
(Huh) We stay spittin' on
See what we sittin' on
sh*ttin' you see how my 20 inch be fittin' on, n*gga?
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 sh*t (Split y'all!)
Chicks all on my whip (Hah) hopin' they ass (Fit y'all!) (Hah)
We supposed (Huh) to reach most sh*t bang
Watch how n*ggas 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
f*ck big fat b*tches (Huh) that make cliques back off (Off)
The way we prove it to y'all
Is just bang n*ggas 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, n*gga), bounce if ya want (Yeah)
And light that blunt (Hah, light your L now), smoke if you got to (Hah)
Shake yo sh*t (Bounce, baby, bounce), bounce if you have to (Hah)
Flimode squad (Yeah), back in the spot (Flipmode Squad)
With hot mo' sh*t (Hah, yeah), to bounce in your truck with (Yeah)
Yes, yes, y'all, we got what ya want
All my n*ggas (All my n*ggas)
All my b*tches (Hah)
Come on!
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Straight black out sh*t 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 pus*y beggin' me to hit that raw (Uh-uh!)
We puts it on and watch b*tches gettin' a getsy (Huh)
Flipmode up in this muh'f*cka (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, n*gga), bounce if ya want (Yeah)
And light that blunt (Hah, yeah), smoke if you got to (Smoke, n*gga)
Shake yo sh*t (Yeah), bounce if you have to (Bounce, baby, bounce)
Flimode squad (Yeah), back in the spot (Flipmode Squad)
With hot mo' sh*t (Hah, yeah), to bounce in your truck with (Truck now, hah)
Yes, yes, y'all, (Yeah) we got what ya want
All my n*ggas (All my n*ggas)
All my b*tches
Come on!

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
(Hah) Yeah
Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah
See how we sittin' on
sh*ttin', you see how my 20 inch fittin' on, n*gga
Yeah
Rollin' down the muh'f*ckin' street, sittin' on them dubs, b*tches
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'f*ckas!
Yeah, wind your motherf*ckin' windows down right now
Turn your f*ckin' volume up to 10, muh'f*cka!
And lets shatter a couple of neighbours windows out this b*tch
Let's get to it
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