Taste It Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Here we go
Ay yo
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon
Ladies where you at c'mon, c'mon
Taste it, taste it, taste it
You ready to freak out ladies?
Yeah
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Soldiers
We 'bout to line it up just right
Taste it, taste it, taste it
Check it, watch how we do it

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon)
Every single time we come to drop that
A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go)
Then we start to cook up the place
Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face
(C'mon)
Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard
And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!)
Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on
You messing with a nigga better (stop that shit mama)
In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit
The way your ass sit up all on your back
Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that
And definitely won't waste it
And while you at it take a lick and just taste it
Taste it, taste it, taste it