We Goin' To Do It To Ya Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit 

and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz) 

Let's give it to 'em 

Yo, let's give it to 'em 

Yo, let's give it to 'em 

Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em 

Flipmode, let's give it to 'em 

Check it 

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(Verse One) 

Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this) 

You shocked that I've returned like this 

Stern like shit'll make you firm like this 

C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this 

Pearl white shit'll make the world hype quick 

and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this 

Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY) 

Stack money like a Backstreet Boy 

Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat 

Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy 

So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this 

Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy 

Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash 

You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy 

Come on 

And you know we rock on and on 

And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and 

And to my gettin money niggas keep ballin 

Come on 

You know we bout to take it to the next mornin 

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(Chorus: repeat 2X) 

Get your big ass on the floor! 

You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) 

You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) 

You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga 

Get your big ass on the floor, C'MON! 

(Verse Two) 

The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon 

Change flow and then we lay low 

Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo' 

Stack peso, big money know my small money 

probably bigger than your WHACK payroll 

Money get your hands off of me, dance all night 

Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me 

So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me 

Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me 

So simple, there go the champagne glass 

When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full 

Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me 

Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me 

Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do' 

Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!) 

Make those, know nigga we got heat big 

Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!) 

Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo' 

Hollerin and screamin this my shit! (RRAH!) 

Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling 

I know you love the way we bounce back nigga 

Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot 

You can run and go announce that nigga, come on 

(Chorus) 

Get your big ass on the floor 

You know we goin'.