Busta Rhymes - Get Low [Radio Edit] Lyrics
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Get Low [Radio Edit]
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What Are The Lyrics For Get Low [Radio Edit] By Busta Rhymes?
Eastside Boyz (yep! Atlanta,georgia) mayday!
Good to go (The dirty south again!) Elephant Man, Likkle Jon, Busta Rhymes Wah we fi do wid di dance? Shizzle, Jamaica, New York, Eastside Boyz (you know come on!) Ay yo Likkle Jon, Busta! Unuh ready fi tek di dancefloor, alright This unuh now fi do then, do then Dance and tek it to dem, to dem Signal di plane you fi do dem, do dem Dance and tek it to dem, to dem Pon di river you fi do dem, do dem Dance and tek it to dem, to dem Di higher level you fi do dem, do dem Yuh dance and tek it to dem, to dem (come on!) Three, six, nine, damn she fine Hopin' she can sock it to me one mo' time Low, get low (get low) Get low (get low), get low (get low) (Come on!) To the window (give dem di dance now) To the wall (to the wall) (buss di dance now) 'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls!) All these bitches crawl (crawl) Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (motherfuckers) Y'all skeet skeet God damn (God Damn!) Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (motherfuckers) Y'all skeet skeet God damn (God Damn!) Hey! Hey! Let me see you get, a get low (you Scared!) Twerk that thang to the, to the flo' (you scared!) Let me see you get, a get low (you Scared!) Twerk that thang to the, to the flo' (you scared!) Shake that ass girl, shake it fast girl Shake that ass to the left to the right girl Shake that ass girl, shake it fast girl Shake that ass to the left to the right girl Let me see you just, back, back, back it up (awww shit!!!) Back, back, back it up (awww shit) Back, back, back it up (awww shit) Back, back, back it up Let me see you just stop (oh!) Wiggle with it (yeah!) Stop (oh!) Wiggle with it (yeah!) Stop (oh!) Wiggle with it (yeah!) Stop (oh!) Wiggle with it (yeah!) Gal shake up yuh booty When yuh shake it up you get mi rudey Wouldn't mind fi see you get nudey Miss cutie cutie Love di way you whine and how you move it Dem gal deh 'ya can whine, trust me And dem waistline groovy Whine around like a blue movie Tek it to dem Keisha and Susie Hey! Do di pon di river, do di pon di river, hey! Do di higher level, do di higher level, hey! Signal di plane, signal di plane, hey! Alright give dem a run, just give dem a run, hey! Shake yuh booty you fi shake it slow Rotate like di tire dem ah Texaco (whoa) Everywhere you go, man just step pon yuh case so Just fi get yuh ting dem, ah promise yuh peso Dem ah seh yuh hype and wonder how yuh stay so Make monkey face, gyal whine go down slow Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row Get rich and get mad, nuh bodda hold him Joe Big up Danger Voo dem a tornado Do di dance, alright (shizzle), come on Three, six, nine, damn she fine Hopin' she can sock it to me one mo' time Low, get low (get low) Get low (get low), get low (get low) (Come on!) To the window (give dem di dance now) To the wall (to the wall) (buss di dance now) 'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls!) All these bitches crawl (crawl) Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (motherfuckers) Y'all skeet skeet God damn (God Damn!) Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (ay yo Little Jon) Y'all skeet skeet God damn (I don't think they see this one coming) Ay yo! Check it! I'm comin' through with a thick crew playa (what up!) You can't believe I'm on the shit too playa (what up!) I'm a sit and watch your girl put it on me (what up!) I love it when you got your ass clappin for me (what up!) Your big ass cover the back of my Harley (what up!) Ass from the front to the back of the party (what up!) That's right (yeah girl) that's it (come on!) Get low shorty shake that shit (come on!) If you ain't got learned get it down packed mami With all that ass you got sittin' on your back mami Now all my shorties need to get in line I said because I'm only gonna tell you one more time 'Cause if that ass kind of stocky and fat Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up bounce (back!) While I, get dough (get dough!) Smoke dro (smoke dro!) Get low because I fuckin' said so (come on!) Three, six, nine, damn she fine Hopin' she can sock it to me one mo' time Low, get low (get low) Get low (get low), get low (get low) (Come on!) To the window (give dem di dance now) To the wall (to the wall) (buss di dance now) 'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls!) All these bitches crawl (crawl) Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (motherfuckers) Y'all skeet skeet God damn (God Damn!) Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (motherfuckers) Y'all skeet skeet God damn (come on!) You fi do dem, do dem Dance and tek it to dem, to dem Signal di plane, yuh fi do dem, do dem Dance and tek it to dem, to dem Pon di river yuh fi do dem, do dem Dance and tek it to dem, to dem Di higher level yuh fi do dem, do dem Yuh dance and tek it to dem, to dem Yeah, Elephant Man, Lil Jon, Busta Rhymes, Eastside Boyz Jamaica, New York, L.A. Shizzle, do di dance now (come on!) Do di dance now, give dem di dance now Miami Florida, shizzle, it's summer, come on! Summertime give dem di dance summertime buss di dance Give dem di dance now, give dem di dance Give dem di dance a dat di girls want Give dem di dance Likkle Jon give dem di dance Give dem di dance Busta give dem di dance Buss di dance Likkle John buss di dance Elephant Man, tell, what more you want, yeah |
Who Wrote Get Low [Radio Edit] By Busta Rhymes?
Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Jonathan Smith
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What's The Duration Of The Get Low [Radio Edit] By Busta Rhymes?The duration of Get Low [Radio Edit] is 3:53 minutes and seconds. |
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