Busta Rhymes, Pharrell Williams and Diddy - Pass The Courvoisier Part II [Remix]

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, yeah)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, c'mon)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, yeah)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, yeah)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, yeah)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (let's go)

Act a fool, you better watch out (uh-huh)
Hot shit be bringin' the' cops out (c'mon)
Street niggas is ringin' them shots out (huh)
Short circuit and blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin' the fur coat bringin' the blue fox out (yeah)
Diamonds light up the block, runnin' the blue rocks out (ha)
Wildin' 'til all of my crew knocks out (uh, come on)
Get yo' ass up on the floor
Huh, throw ya hands if you want some more (ho)
Baby, wiggle your crotch out, huh
And peep the way we be blowin' them spots out
C'mon, look how we got 'em ready to act out
Girl, I'm ready to get to twistin' your back out, come on (let's go)
Drink yack 'til a nigga fallin' out
Flat on his back, now watch a nigga crawlin' out (yeah)
Talk to me (c'mon)

I said, Busta (what's up, son?)
Leave them girls rollin'
And it look like (c'mon)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin' big now)
But if your man babysittin' (uh-huh)
Then what you gon' say? (What we gon' tell 'em?)
We gon' tell that nigga (pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now (pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now (pass the Courvoisier)
Whoa

Uh, girl, you need to shake it off
Too much hair on your cho-cha, shave it off
C'mon, jump smack yo' ass and break it off
And if it's too hot for y'all? You need to take it off (that's right)
In case you ain't knowin' niggas, we on a roll now
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now, c'mon
Food spillin' all out of the bowl now, huh (yeah)
Money thick and harder to fold now, c'mon
Ladies tell me if you're feelin' (alright)
And are you sure that you up to doin' it? (All night)
I like this
Listen, before you ass bet, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet (c'mon)
Niggas all around and it's a wrap, police shut down the block
And the club ain't even packed yet, c'mon
Nuff drinkin' at the bar hold it down, wildin' out
'Til the club is closed down, talk to me

I said, Busta (what's up, son?)
Leave them girls rollin'
And it look like (c'mon)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin' big now)
But if your man babysittin' (uh-huh)
Then what you gon' say? (What we gon' tell 'em?)
We gon' tell that nigga (pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now (pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now (pass the Courvoisier)
Whoa

(Jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, c'mon)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, yeah)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, c'mon)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, yeah)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, c'mon)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, yeah)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump, c'mon)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

Rob a bank, my nigga, cash rule, bust it
Let's get this money and act like a damn fool, fuck it
Act stupid and jump in the damn pool, huh
Bone bitches and me and they man's cool (c'mon)
Shit I'm sayin', just put your bank up, nigga
Put me and Diddy together, you bankrupt, c'mon
Fly niggas, we full of finesse y'all, yeah
Me and my niggas is fittin' to bless y'all, c'mon
Don't talk about it, be about it (shut up)
Live niggas come and be around it (what up?)
C'mon, rep to the fullest now, huh
These niggas ain't knowin' how we gon' put it down, c'mon
Cock, aim, and shoot, spray it down
Steamrollin' you niggas and lay it down (c'mon)
Niggas frontin' with they thug image but we pay them no mind
Now drink until the bottle finished, talk to me

I said, Busta (what's up, son?)
Leave them girls rollin' (uh, uh-huh)
And it look like (c'mon)
They asses is swollen (and they ass gettin' big now)
But if your man babysittin' (uh-huh)
Then what you gon' say? (What we gon' tell 'em?)
We gon' tell that nigga (pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now (pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now (pass the Courvoisier)
Whoa

Written by:
Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Jermaine Denny, Bernard Edwards, Bryan Higgins, Charles Edward Hugo, James Jackson, Ali Shaheed Jones Muhammad, Dominick Lamb, Sandy Linzer, Denny Randell, Nile Gregory Rodgers, Trevor Smith, Malik Izaak Taylor, Michael L. Tyler, Pharrell L. Williams, Jamal Woolard

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