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[Featuring Busta Rhymes] 
[E 40] Charlie Hust'  Busta Bust'  let's do it 
[Busta] 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 
Ex 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 
Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit 
Chorus: 
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 (2X) 
(We go do it, do it, do it) 
[Busta Rhymes] 
Check it out yo 
Do 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 
You 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! 
Chorus 
[Busta Bust'] 
We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath 
til you satisfied, you know we do it to death 
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 popsicles 
Busta Rhyzzzimes, and Charlie Hustle, or should I say Fonzarelli 
Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly 
Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun 
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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