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Artist:E 40
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Album:The Element Of Surprise
Track:Do It To Me
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:Featuring Busta Rhymes]
[E 40] Charlie Hust' Busta Bust' let's do it
Hehehehe Flipmode Sic Wid It
You know what's best for you you better get widdit

[E 40]
I heard him talkin but then he walkin now tell me why
they never been
incarcerated in a correctional facility
for doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)

I'm an original rapper retrospected by plenty hated by people
Me 40 we took it
back as street soldier
You got my back I got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin to
make it, it's all oh's
Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose
d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
although I never owned a gui-tar

I-uh-I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla
type delivery, 40 and Busta
Rhymes, was drinkin
and smockin hickory, on the porch one time
When I came up with
this line: I was perkin
off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got

Flows, like a latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions
at my
shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit
Do it to me
baby, do it to meeeee!
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you
want to do to meeeee!
(We go do it, do it, do it)
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!

(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
[Busta] Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)
[Busta Rhymes]
Check it out yo
it to me I'ma do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you

Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your
lungs cave in together
Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race,
never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass
better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned
No need for you to keep stalkin,
HELL but what you talkin
have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight Christopher Walken

Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40
about these other corny rappers that
ain't got nuttin for me
You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you
knowin how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes
Keep my flavor
holy sacred and pasteurized, WHAT!
[Busta Bust']
We doin this to blow
through it til you suffocate, losin your breath
til you satisfied, you know we do it to
Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin
Doin it for me to
get my hustle on, do it for profilin
Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin it

When we clubbin all you hear is the live DJ rubbin it
Runnin it all into the ground, doin it
for days
Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid!
[Charlie Hust']

My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples
The felines, be lookin at us like we some
Busta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say Fonzarelli
they collars and workin they star jelly
Up in the club, order the one, the party's just
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
shove, forgot my
gun, but it won't hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!
Chorus w/out
Busta (3X to fade
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