Light Your Ass On Fire (Busta Rhymes) Lyrics

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[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Whachu say your name was?
Well um, lookin real s*xy right now
You and your girls, are lookin good
Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets
What's your name baby? word? okay
Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Hah, I know you starving for this shit
Baby I'm feeling your hunger
I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar
So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya
I hope your a*s bigger than Willona and Thelma
Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya
Your a*s all over like paraphernalia, hmm
See the police gon jail ya
For walking around wit the kind of a*s that'll kill ya now
Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya
Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya
Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
Watch how ya a*s spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
Now whachu do to the dread? baby your a*s really changed
What he initially said because a nigga dead
But f**k em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit
I love to hear your a*s go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Move girl like your a*s on fire - like your a*s on fire
Move girl like your a*s on fire - like your a*s on fire
Move girl I'll light your a*s on fire - I'll light your a*s on fire
Move girl I'll light your a*s on fire - Bitch I'll light that a*s on fire
Move girl I'll light your a*s on fire

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Bust it, baby I know you probably really
Need a table cloth to cover your a*s
Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo a*s
Shit so big just put the club in yo a*s
Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo a*s
I see your little gap between your cunt and yo a*s
And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo a*s
I'm saying hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash
The way they a*s wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen
I light the L smell a wiff of the hash
And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash
I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast
Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the gla*s
Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash
And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash
(Hah, c'mon) we making money and shit
Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Welcome to hot in Hazyville
It make you wanna dance till you break your heels
I know you love the way the Gold make your feel
Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?)
It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field
Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville)

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Baby, just shake ya a*s till you spread on the floor
I noticed that your a*s too big for your draws
You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo a*s
To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo a*s
Fo reala, you motherf**kers probably think that I'm playing
All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying
And going hmm, see how you putting it down
I love the way you shake it throw it around!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]