[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