Ultimate Rush (feat. Missy Elliott)

Uh, come on, uh

It goes B to the I to the G so proper

Missy and Big Poppa

Call us chief rockers

Damn, Ma, I love you like the 'la

Gonja, sinsemilla, can I feel ya?

All I wanna do is touch ya

The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Don't you know, I'm the ultimate?

To get this milk, you be fortunate

Just like tasting pussy with pork in it

People stop, when I'm walking in

I'm twisting, twisting, I'm back on ten

And I'm talking 'bout like Mase, come back again

My steez is immaculate

My paper stacking, keep tracking

I'm macking, y'all slacking, reaction

Make y'all dicks scream

I'm more gutter then gold diggers with figures

More bigger then Jiggas, and even Paris Hilton's

Damn, sir, sniff me like the coke

Three lines, me won't give you none

Sinsemilla, all you wanna do is sniff me

The ultimate rush, get high, baby

Damn, sir, sniff me like the coke

Three lines, me won't give you none

Sinsemilla, all you wanna do is sniff me

The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Damn, Ma, I love you like the 'la

Gonja, sinsemilla, can I feel ya?

All I wanna do is touch ya

The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Damn, Ma, I love you like the 'la

Gonja, sinsemilla, can I feel ya?

All I wanna do is touch ya

The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Now Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love

Wet 'em, hit 'em, and forget 'em and go handle my business

I like the kind who wine and dine, who grinding all the time

Your ex girl was a five, but you now you lucked up on a dime, ****

What is this with you? All you wanna do is lay around

And stay around and get mad when I play around

I like to lay, never work, put your money in my purse

To the mall, I'll go search matching shoes for my skirt

Tuesday I saw you in a Z, but you still wanna get with me

Wednesday is the Benz day, that's what your friends say

Me and my friends got your Benz

Attracting mens, and spending dividends, blowing like the wind

Damn, Ma, I love you like the 'la

Gonja, sinsemilla, can I feel ya?

All I wanna do is touch ya

The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Damn, Ma, I love you like the 'la

Gonja, sinsemilla, can I feel ya?

All I wanna do is touch ya

The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

So I guess, you think I'm slipping 'cause I ain't flipping

Baby, I'm Big Poppa, ain't no need to be tripping

I ain't tripping or flipping, I'm just **** sipping

At the bar tipping, with your money, can you pay the difference?

It seems like it's a waste of time, that's why I wrote the rhyme

I hear you jumping in every car except for mine

****, I don't jump in cars, I'm a superstar

Face way too fly, you should hang me on your wall

All I do all day is drink Tanqueray

Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face

Make me smile, see them teeth, me look cute down to them features

My waist, my physique, me don't want to freak a leek

Should I wine and dine you, put rings on your fingers

While sex from the next man in the bedroom lingers?

Sex will never linger, hold up, put on your blinkers

I flow just like sprinklers, give your ass the middle finger

You'd better slow your roll, baby

You ain't got enough dough to pay me

You know the pin number, just page me

When you're real, baby

Damn, Ma, I love you like the 'la

Gonja, sinsemilla, can I feel ya?

All I wanna do is touch ya

The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby

Damn, Ma, I love you like the 'la

Gonja, sinsemilla, can I feel ya?

All I wanna do is touch ya

The ultimate rush, the drugs, baby