Light Your Ass on Fire (super clean radio mix)

Clones..



(Pharrell)

What you say your name was? Well, um, lookin' real sexy right now. You and your girls, are lookin good. Look, why don't y'all take off y'all jackets? What's your name baby? Word? Okay. Tell your friend right here this, this my man Busta



(Busta Rhymes)

Hah

I know you starving for this shit, baby, I'm feeling your hunger

I'm so clean, call a nigga Felix Ungar

So what if I said it, baby? I'm still gon' tell ya

I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma

Listen, it's Busta Rhymes, bitch, I ain't never fail ya

Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm

See the police gon' jail ya for walking around

Wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now

Don't worry 'bout it, I got money to bill ya

Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya

Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head

Watch how ya ass spread, spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm

Now, what you do to the dread? Baby, your ass really changed

What he initially said because a nigga dead, but, fuck 'em

'
Cause now we vibing and talking and shit

I love to hear your ass go "ba-ba-boom" when you walking and shit



(chorus) (Pharrell)

Move, girl, like your ass on fire

Like your ass on fire

Move, girl, like your ass on fire

Like your ass on fire

Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire

I'll light your ass on fire

Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire

Bitch, I'll light that ass on fire

Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire



(Busta Rhymes)

Bust it

Baby, I know you probably really need a tablecloth to cover your ass

Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass

Shit so big, just put the club in yo ass

Prep the H2, park it right in front of yo ass

I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass

And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass

I'm saying, hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash

The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash

Now, listen, I light the L smell a wiff of the hash

And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash

I'm saying hmm, now I'ma put you on blast

Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass

Bust right through the window, then it sit on the dash

And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash

(Hah, cmon) we making money and shit

Now, pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit



(chorus)



(Bridge)

Welcome to hot in Hazyville

It make you wanna dance 'till you break your heels

I know you love the way the God make your feel

Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal

(Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel

Shit feel like you in a danger field

Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real

That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville

(Hazyville)



(Busta Rhymes)

Baby, just shake ya ass 'till you spread on the floor

I noticed that your ass too big for your draws

You need a, a chiropractor just to marry yo ass

To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass

Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing

All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying

And going hmm, see how you putting it down

I love the way you shake it throw it around



(Chorus)



(Bridge)