Chorus (Busta Rhymes) Don´t this shit make a nigga wana Don´t this shit make a nigga wana Don't, Don't, Don't Don´t this shit make a nigga wana Don´t this shit make a nigga wana Don't, Don't, Don't Don´t this shit make a nigga wana Don´t this shit make a nigga wana Don't, Don't, Don't Don´t this shit make a nigga wana Don´t this shit make a nigga wana
Verse 1 (Young Dee): Don´t this shit make a nigga wana jump? Bang this hot shit out ya trunk. Mommy gone crazy, she propably drunk. It´s ya boy in the club tryin´to have some fun.
Stunner Squad, hell yeah! You know who we are. We don´t buy drinks, we buy the bar. 20 deep in the club, 5 in the car. It´s not where you´re from, it´s where you are.
Now don´t this shit make the haters wanna stop hatin´for a minute, recognize that we got that fire to heat ya motherfuckers up. An this is why I´m, this is why I´m, this is why I´m hot!
So much ass, oh my god. I feel like an asstronaut. Ey yo party right here, you´re gonna dance or what? Ey yo mr. dj turn it up!