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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Che Vicious
Keyboards
Deana Evans
Vocals
D. Parker
Keyboards
Missy Elliott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
A. Young
Composer
D. Parker
Composer
T. Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Corte Ellis
Recording Engineer
Robert "Roomio" Reyes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pop yo collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this
[Verse 2]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie, baby?
Touch me right there
Make me lose my mind, baby?
Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there
[Verse 3]
See how I'm drillin' 'em, baby
It's a Bus-a-Bus back bitch, I'm killin' 'em crazy
We off the meat and wax, I'm spilling the gravy
Got every club packed thick, creating a frenzy
To be the latest, greatest, all you **** fugazey
Bugatti off white tan, interior paisley
See my swagger sharp like that, these **** amaze me
As a matter of fact just salute me and praise me
Enough of that
[Verse 4]
We be up in the club, **** sporting them minks
Tipsy in the club, **** buying them drinks
Walk around looking like our shit don't stink
Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink
[Verse 5]
Okay, now I got me a clear view
I like it when you get up and I'm loving ya hairdo
The way you cross ya legs, ass spread in the chair you
The way ya clothes skimpy, so it's easy to tear through
Appreciate my presence, while I shine with a barrel
I came up with cut diamonds, obscure in a rare blue
Shorty ain't checking for you, step to the way I do
Super senile, I ain't the one to compare to
Now she was saying
[Verse 6]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie, baby?
Touch me right there
Is that Dr. Dre?
Baby, touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there
[Verse 7]
Pop yo collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this
[Verse 8]
Pop yo collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Holla if ya like this
[Verse 9]
We got some shit for that ass
Come on and give it to me
We got some shit for that ass
Come on and give it to me
We got some shit for that ass
Come on and give it to me
We got some shit for that ass, girl
[Verse 10]
Bounce back, brand new on the scene, what
Took a little minute, but I'm back with the re-up
Switched it up a little bit, back with a clean cut
Shorty's lost her kids, yeah, all the coochies that came up
I love the way she in all over the girls, when I'm teaming up
It's gettin' hotter in this bitch, windows are steamin' up
Amazed by the pinky neck and wrist be gleaming up
How I dominate the scene, how a **** be cleaning up
I see you liking everything, you see me and you
You frowning on your girl like you ain't willing to share boo
The hotel ain't far, meet me there and if you
The girl looking like she with it, she can come get it too
You getting impatient ma, show how the kid move
I'm banging in the truck, and let her watch in the rear view
See we don't really care about the **** who came through
Over there, 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do
So check it, baby
[Verse 11]
See the ass? Touch me right there
Wanna touch my nookie, baby?
Touch me right there
Make me lose my mind, baby?
Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there
[Verse 12]
See, it don't matter what ya doin' over there
See, we gets it poppin', that's what we do it over here
That's how we toss bottles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, floss models, that's how we do it over here
Listen, rare throttles, that's how we do it over here
Check it, ice collars, that's how we do it over here, ****
See, it don't matter what ya doin' over there
See, we gets it poppin', that's what we do it over here
Written by: A. Young, C. Pope, D. Parker, Missy Elliott, Trevor Smith