Starsky & Hutch Lyrics

Starsky & Hutch

Uh. (Ha!)
Uh. (Ha!)
Uh. (Ha!)

Uh. (Ha!)
Uh. (Ha!)

Yes
y'all throw your hands up real high
Let's see where the people in the world
is at
Where you at shorty?
With LL, Busta Rhymes, Check it
out...

Two big ballers keep the juice blending
Fuck Black Ceaser, I
didn't like the ending
Why?, cos we two jiggy niggas always making
Too
many million dollar affilliations
Abbreviation, LL, period
I'm platinum
every time, it's serious
Aeiyo, we serious when we experience
millions
High, rolling to the max, extra big willying
Uh, huh, with a
third of my deposit
I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the
closet
Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens
Shake it
down for papers
Hey, now she jump shaking...

Gotta keep on making it
high
Gotta keep on making it high (Yes, yes Mr Smith)
Gotta keep on
making it high
Gotta keep on making it high

Why you ice-grilling, I'm
far from a villian
Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half
shilling
Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling
You know the
rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
Aeiyo, I think your empty-ass cup
needs some refilling
Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start
illing
You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker
Clothes coming
off like jewels in front of Mecca
Aeiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than
Chubby Checker
In the process of the jolt she might feel the
Black'N'Decker
Reason being, I work my tool right
Handcraft the cake till
it's baked just right

Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)
Gotta keep on
making it high (Uh) (Yeah, that's right)
Gotta keep on making it high
(Uh)
Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Just spark my L)

Just lean
left, lean right
Lean front, lean back
C'mon, you gotta ride it
baby
(You gotta shake it, shake it all night baby)
Just lean left, lean
right (right)
Lean front, lean back (lean back)
(C'mon shake it, just
shake it)
(C'mon shake it, just break it)
You gotta ride it
baby

Busta Bust Mr Smith
Flipmode Yo, lets sing a little something
for the song...

*LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together*
Ladies get up out
your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you
know I'm audi
Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
Don't be
ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas - change your
ways

Busta Bust
Mr Smith
We on the track, I always spark the
lah
I always catch a contact
Aeiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig (wig)
push back (push back)
Like he gotta touch...
A bottom here for
Mencap
He went from Dreadlocks
To Ceasers
Now he
called
Cash
Brothers shaving bums is nasty
Kid so watch that...
I
be the B, U, S, T, A, R, H, Y, M, E, S full of finesse, lyrically
complex
And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L, period J my leers waiting
on the runway, Bust
Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr You, God
Is it the
bashment?
Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy

*Together*
Mizzy
gizzy busy for bissi
Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi
Just a leeson for
you sucker MC's
Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these,
period

Word is bond
Ah man
I had a good time working with you Mr
Smith
Do you think they'll ever recover?
I have no idea, I'm seeniggas is
in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the
air
Just have a good time and wave them around
Throw your hands in the
air, word up
Mr Smith and Busta Rhymes get down

*LL Cool J + Busta
Rhymes together*
Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
C'mon and chill
with me, me, me
C'mon baby, you know I'm audi
Fellas get up out you seat,
seat, seat
Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
Uh, you jealous niggas -
change your ways son

Ah man
Splash a little bit of flossing on
niggas
Ah man
In a happy and fun loving way
You know, splash!
Yeah,
you know that
Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man
You niggas
need to chill down
Put your shades on kid
Cool the fuck off
Put your
shades on baby
Aight?
Shine, nigga put them shades on
Niggas
leaning
Leaning like they deformed or something
Ha, fix your neck
You
like like Shaq in that commercial

(Laughter to fade)