[Missy] Bus-a-Bus baby-baby! Now [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Pop yo' collars like this Bottles up like this Side to side like this Holla if ya like this [Chorus 1: Missy Elliott] See the ass? Touch me right there Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there Make me lose my mind baby? Touch me right there Party over here, ain't shit over there! [Busta Rhymes] See how I'm drilling 'em baby? It's Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killing 'em crazy We off the Relaxic, I'm spilling the gravy Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy To be the latest greatest for all you niggas from gazing Bugatti off white tan, interior pastry See my swagger sharp like that, these niggas amaze me As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me Enough of that [Missy Elliott] We be up in the club, niggas sporting them minks Tipsy in the club, nigga buying 'em drinks Walk around looking like our shit don't stink Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink [Busta Rhymes] Okay, now I got me a clear view I like it when you get up and I'm loving ya hairdo The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through Appreciate my presence, while I shine wit' a barrel I came up wit' cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue Shorty ain't checking for you, step to the way I do Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to Now she was saying [Chorus Two: Missy Elliott] See the ass? Touch me right there Wanna touch my nookie baby? Touch me right there Is that Dr. Dre baby? Touch me right there Party over here, ain't shit over there! [Bridge] [Busta] What you sayin Missy!? [Bridge] [Busta Rhymes & Missy] We got some shit for that ass Come on give it to me We got some shit for that ass Come on give it to me We got some shit for that ass Come on give it to me We got some shit for that ass girl [Busta Rhymes] Bounce back, brand new on the scene what? Took a little minute, I'm back with the re-up Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut Shorty's lost her head, see all the koochies I cream up I love the way she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up It's getting hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be gleaming up How I dominate the scene, how a nigga be cleaning up I see you liking everything, you see me and you You frowning on your girl, like you ain't willing to share boo The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you Ya girl looking like she wit' it, she can come in too You get impatient Ma, show you just how the kid move I'm bangin in the truck, and let her watch in the rear view See we don't really care about the niggas who came through Over there 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do So check it baby [Chorus 1] [Busta Rhymes & Missy] See it don't matter what ya doin over there See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here That's if we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here nigga See it don't matter what ya doin over there See we gets it poppin, that's how we do it over here (over here)
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Che J Pope, Dawaun W Parker, Melissa A Elliott, Trevor Smith
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