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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Elizondo
Electric Guitar
Scott Storch
Keyboards
Truth Hurts
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Scott Storch
Songwriter
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter
Chad Smith
Songwriter
Elizondo
Songwriter
Flea
Songwriter
John Frusciante
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Greg Burns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is
Is nod your fucking head
Yeah, yeah
Break your fucking neck, bitches
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now
[Verse 2]
Where we going now?
Where we going now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away, n****
Yeah, here we go now
[Verse 3]
Tell me what you really want to do (Come here, ma)
Talk to a n****, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a n****
From the way you talk and the way you try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a dawg
Threw your hips like you never did before me
The way you break your back and I break your neck
And the way you try to put it on the floor for me
[Verse 4]
Come on, come on, come on, oh yeah
Tell me where my n***** at (Okay)
Lemme address y'all n***** one time
While I lock that down and I hitch you with that (You gone)
That bomb shit, y'all n***** gone all day
Be the n**** in the drop
Y'all n***** know every time I come through
This motherfucker, where we always talking the ride
[Verse 5]
So let me do this bitch
Y'all n***** know when we come, we making it flop
The way we making it hot'll make a n**** want to stop
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my n***** just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang your head
Till you break your mother fucking head for me
[Verse 6]
Just let me give you real street shit
To rap in your shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncing up and down these streets
[Verse 7]
So nod your head and
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
[Verse 8]
Bang your head until you start to
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck
[Verse 9]
Come along now (Let's put it down, n****)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath
Y'all n***** all now how we do
When the way we bang n***** in the head and we do it to death
(We fold 'em back whodi)
The fire boy, you know we baking a ounce
I know you love the way we be giving you the music, making you bounce
[Verse 10]
Now fuck it up just a little for my n*****
Every time we come through n***** know that we did it for y'all (Uh, huh)
And the way we do it for the people
N***** know we always give it to y'all
[Verse 11]
I said bounce, come on
In the day time or the night, when you're creeping along
Well just bang this shit up in the truck
While you break ya neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through (When we come right through)
We be always blowing the spot, again and again
And make a n**** really want to stop
[Verse 12]
Better tell your crew, your peeps, all my n***** better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers, n****, you know you better keep your boots on
All my n***** in the place (Hey, yo)
Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down
Make a n**** wonder what he really gonna try now
[Verse 13]
What you really want to do?
Just place your bet and put your money where your mouth is
All my n***** in the street just break your neck and keep on bouncing
[Verse 14]
Just let me give you real street shit
To rap in your shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncing up and down these streets
[Verse 15]
So nod your head and
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
[Verse 16]
Bang your head until you start to
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck
[Verse 17]
Here we go now and you know every time Busta-Bus be holding the fort
My n**** watch how we shutting it down
The way we put it on, coming through like a steam roller
Me and Dre n**** ain't no fucking around
My n**** (What?) Yeah, what up?
Me and my team got a link 'cause you now we stay chopping it up
And when get up in the club
Or how my n***** at the bar how we locking it up
[Verse 18]
And we get a little high and we get a little drunk
And we get a little crunk, come on
Let me give y'all n***** some shit
That'll make you want to bang this out your trunk (Come on)
[Verse 19]
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my n***** just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang your head
Till you break your motherfucking neck for me
[Verse 20]
Just let me give you real street shit
To rap in your shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncing up and down these streets
[Verse 21]
So nod your head and
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
[Verse 22]
Bang your head until you start to
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck, n****
Break ya neck
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, John Frusciante, Michael Balzary, Mike Elizondo, Scott Storch, T. Smith