Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em), artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em) |
| 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’m bangin' your face in |
| With another banger I call it the cliffhanger |
| Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit |
| (Come on) |
| You could see the way I make 'em mad sick |
| From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick |
| (Come on) |
| Log on you better grab onto somethin' |
| Because I’m 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch |
| (Come on) |
| Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off |
| Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover |
| The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully |
| Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap |
| Now they givin' me dap, as far as I’m concerned in this mu’f**ker |
| Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap |
| So don’t touch me nigga |
| (You might burn yourself) |
| Don’t touch me nigga |
| (You might burn yourself) |
| It’s gettin' hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| Here we go |
| 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 slackin' on yo' mackin', 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 whylin' niggas wonderin' when I’m gonna bring the hook in |
| Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin' |
| Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn |
| Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them |
| Shit that shut it down on the regular |
| That’s with the fly 80s' nigga that was whippin' in a Cressida |
| Fresher than, most of these niggas, killin' the rest of the |
| Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in |
| But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin' |
| So don’t touch me nigga |
| (You might burn yourself) |
| Don’t touch me nigga |
| (You might burn yourself) |
| It’s gettin' hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| Here we go |
| You don’t really want it my dude |
| I’m sayin' most my niggas is rude |
| And when we come we eat a nigga food |
| Back to the fact in the matter at hand |
| For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan |
| The other part of the plan is for you to understand |
| That nothin' could f**k with the kid, let me say it again |
| The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash |
| And just for the record, we got it on smash, now |
| How the f**k they even got the audacity |
| The 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 whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans |
| Now don’t get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it |
| Niggas 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 |
| So don’t touch me nigga |
| (You might burn yourself) |
| Don’t touch me nigga |
| (You might burn yourself) |
| It’s gettin' hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| Keep it goin' |
| You already know I said it word to mother |
| Shit is so hot you niggas think it’s cold 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 |
| You got it right |
| Let’s keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite |
| Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit |
| (Aww shit) |
| You see me nigga back in the cockpit |
| Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip |
| Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip |
| So don’t touch me nigga |
| (You might burn yourself) |
| Don’t touch me nigga |
| (You might burn yourself) |
| It’s gettin' hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| We got 'em hot in this bitch |
| (So throw the water on 'em) |
| Here we go |