Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Contact, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 07.09.1998
Song language: English
Get Contact |
| When I through my uh! |
| in it I split it Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your pride go admit |
| My stank butt make you wonder who shitted |
| Whoa there kitty |
| Got a fitty from the city got a minute now Im chillin (talk to me now) |
| No time you silly |
| Fakin me like you milli vanilli |
| When they play this in the club they go nuts |
| Sweat all night till it smell like must |
| So busta whats to discust? |
| I dont know but boy whats up (throw it up, throw it up girl) |
| Boy you pretty |
| I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty |
| Oh you didnt |
| No bullshit and you gonna get it Yo, Im a get it and give it to all yall |
| Hopin you niggas is ready for another free fall |
| Overall niggas need to get up off the wall |
| If they wanna brawl missy give me a call |
| Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift |
| Before we bust yo ass better plead the 5th |
| Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house |
| Me and missy lets get this money thats what Im talkin about |
| Then you come nigga wanna be down |
| Shootin your load I hope you know we got the rebound |
| Real quick break fool know we blow your mind |
| Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line |
| When we come through tell me what you gonna do Give me my money quick so then I can thank you |
| Word is born you knowin I only get better |
| Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together |
| Shes mrs. |
| supafly |
| Hes mr. |
| dangerous |
| And if you bust then they gonna bust |
| And one of us gonna have to duck |
| When I play this in my jeep youll see |
| How this beat, rumble under my feet (under my feet, yeah) |
| Go ahead, you cute |
| If you cute then I get cute too |
| Go ahead missy I got many so many men I got plenty (what what) |
| I aint kindin, dance alone why dont you come dance wit me When I bumped this one the left they go deaf |
| Bust yo ear drums until none left (till none left) |
| Whoa there busta, they dont like us, they dont love us well fuck em Oh you silly you dont kill me you dont feel me, boy you illin |
| We aint dealin |
| If no drinks then we aint chillin |
| Yo miss supafly let me hit me and missy we gonna get all up in it |
| All in a minute get wit it When I was young gettin babysitted |
| A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it Contact everytime I touch a track |
| Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo Nigga see me in the back (who dat?) |
| You dont know my name Im knowin motherfucker (true dat) |
| You wack you better improve your shit |
| When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit |
| Make music so I can lose your mind |
| So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine |
| Nigga see the dj cuttin it up Bringin it back rippin the track you know we fuckin it up Got you suckin it up My nigga chill out, make you ill out |
| And watch all of the moet spill out |