Taste It - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)

Taste it taste it taste it

Here we go Ay yo

Ladies where you at cmon cmon

Ladies where you at cmon cmon

You ready to freak out ladies

Yeah taste it taste it taste it

Soldiers We bout to line it up just right

Check it watch how we do it

Make way for the kid to come in girl

And let me rock

Cause I love the way you pop that (cmon)

Every single time we come to drop that

A lot of freaky women react to a ni**a hot track (let's go)

Then we start to cook up the place

Women watching the ni**a with the ready to do the (ugh )

Look on their face (cmon)

Freak nasty you know the way you do it all on the guard

And the way you love to speak nasty

Another freak pass me (woo )

Floss on in the club aint even got the draws on

You messing with a ni**a better

Stop that sh*t mama

In other words you better watch that sh*t

Cause you got that sh*t

The way your a** sit up all on your back

Its like you need to go shop that

See niggas would cock that And definitely wont waste it

And while you at it take a lick and just taste it

(taste it taste it taste it)

B-b-baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high

You tell me to go low

So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again I like it

Baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high

You tell me to go low

So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again

I like it Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar

See a chick that kinda look like a star

And Im saying even though I wanna to take you home girl

I know its kinda late but you aint got to come along girl

Wait a sec you know I know a song girl

Me and you and one of your other home girls

Let me put it down and we started to bone girl

The other had a heat I thought yall be gettin along girl

Just put the pep in your step

Whats with all the emotional sh*t

You know we be swingin a hep

Put it on me like I wouldnt recover

Saying two chicks that was beefin

And touching and feeling each other

Word to mother now we having a ball

The way we knockin

As the sound of the bed head smackin the wall

Baby Im saying I lovin how you rubbin

And the way that you lace it and rush it

When you gettin ready to taste it Baby I love it

The way you rub it And the way you lace it and rush it

When you gettin ready to taste it

B-b-baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high

You tell me to go low

So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again I like it

Baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high

You tell me to go low

So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again

I like it

Girl I know you wanna (taste it taste it taste it)

Yeah I like it I love the way you always get down

And (taste it taste it taste it)

Ladies if you want your man to get down

And (taste it taste it taste it)

Just throw your hands in the air

Fellas just make it do it too (taste it taste it taste it)

Now you can both do it

Shorty hit me all on the two-way

Tell me to meet her way in the back

By the couches up inside the cheetah

Then I step up in the club

Keep it moving wit my hand on my heater

Stay alert and never moving the sleeper

Even though this sh*t was way off the meter

Couldnt believe her Shorty buggin and

Giving me head in back of the speaker

Now check it I love the way she step to it

And how shes keepin it basic

And always be ready to taste it

B-b-baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high

You tell me to go low

So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again I like it

Baby tell me why tell me so Id like you to go high

You tell me to go low

So I go low taste the sh*t taste it again

I like it

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