Take It Off
| Title | Take It Off |
|---|---|
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Album | E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event): The Final World Front |
| Release Date | 1998-12-15 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Verse 1] Take off your shoes Make you dance in your socks For blocks Nigga be dippin' a million Watts hot! Better pause and take a look There's a whole lot of whores Run up in a storm Bitch a try to take you for yours, for sure Word up, yo! Etch-a-sketch it, ya can't catch it So play it on a record and take it off 'til you ass naked Word to mother Shorty stacked like a horse Pushin' a force Lookin' to floss Diana Ross Flow better One of the biggest seller Tell me whatever Whether a nigga stack mozzarella (Hey, hey, you) I'mma get ya I ain't comin' with ya Hit ya With another scripture that will really split ya Based on the fact you wack And we don't need none of that Keepin it movin' Now tell me, where my nigga's is at? Yo, from here to Brook, niggas is shook, look I'll make you sing the hook Shake your ass Wiggle your foot I'll make you [Chorus] Take it off Shit so hot we make you Take it off Give me what you got, nigga Take it off And we hit the right spot, baby Take it off And everybody if you with me, just Take it off Shit so hot we make you Take it off Give me what you got, nigga Take it off And when I hit the right spot, baby Take it off And if you with me everybody just Take it off [Verse 2] Wiggle and bounce baby More to the ounce baby That's what I be about baby Give me a shout baby All up in your body Whipping the Maserati Through the city With one of my hottie I'm on my way to the party Meet with my nigga Marty And Little Gotti and Scotty Sippin' Bacardi So you know we runnin' up everybody Whip about 50 cars Roll in the jam, niggas whylin out at the bar (OHH) We keep it movin' (OHH) Every time, yo (OOH) Shit that make your DJ spin it back four times, yo Let it rain and let it drizzle Heat in the club be makin' you sizzle All of the bitches right in the middle (WORD UP) I make y'all niggas move Making you sweat Making you get busy Got y'all niggas losin' your breath So I started walking this way Pass the stingrays See the Kunta Kinte Chick doing meringue Hey Mister DJ Hit with a replay Check it Hey why you all in my face Give me some leeway Got you doin' what we say Other niggas racing and whylin out on the freeway Rushin' to get in a club and get all up in the place Get inside and see FLIPMODE in your face (ooh) Now let me take y'all niggas straight to the point After the party, radio be still bangin' my joint Turn it up a little while I make you You might also like[Chorus] Take it off Shit so hot we make you Take it off Give me what you got, nigga Take it off And we hit the right spot, baby Take it off And everybody if you with me just Take it off Shit so hot we make you Take it off Give me what you got, nigga Take it off And when we hit the right spot, baby Take it off And everybody if you with me just Take it off Shit so hot we make you Take it off Flipmode is the squad, nigga |