Starsky And Hutch Lyrics

Starsky And Hutch lyrics

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)