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Pass The Courvoisier (feat. P. Diddy)

Artist:Busta Rhymes  Album:Genesis  Composer:T. Smith, Sean "Puffy" Combs, J. Woolard, J. Denny & D. Lamb 

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Oh, yeah! I like this We bust this Feed 'em some more Ladies and gentlemen; It's star time! Let's do it, do it, do it The time you've all been waitin' for! This is a Bad Boy-Flipmode collaboration! Ha! Ha ha ha! Come on Shake ya ass Come on Watch yourself Okay I'm the man Let's go And no one else Come on Rawr, rawr!—like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya ho Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick at the door Shit, I'm the number man, hot, like Summer Jam Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch 'em like rubber bands I make 'em say— Oh, shit, the bitch got up and left with another man Say what!? What is you talkin' 'bout? There's nothin' to talk about See? You just a walk-about I light a long L, just blowin' the smoke about See, we serious with it, there ain't nothin to joke about And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Come on Shake ya shit, tuck in ya ass, and poke it out Come on Give me the Henny, you can give me the Crissy You can pass me the Remi, but— Pass the Courvoisier Give me the ass, you can give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but— Pass the Courvoisier Give me some money, you can give me some cars When you give me ya bitch make sure you— Pass the Courvoisier Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whatever, just— Pass the Courvoisier We got these hoes lovin' it They gettin' familiar man, they screamin' out my government Sean John I like them in twins like Doublemint Don Juan We be bangin' all types of chicks from here to Hong Kong The best dressed bitches actin' all cute to my shit And get the wlyin out they actin like a boot to my shit Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now Down to the credit card different from yours It's the law for me to get in ya drawers, I run the city, of course! They call me Mr. Diddy, the boss You know me, the only G to willy a Porshe We get dough in all land the size of Philly, of course Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss Damn Fuck around and you can really get tossed Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of

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