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    Starsky & Hutch

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    Starsky & Hutch
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      About "Starsky & Hutch"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Starsky & Hutch"

      Uh (Ha!)
      Uh (Ha!)
      Uh (Ha!)

      Uh (Ha!)
      Uh (Ha!)

      Yes y'all throw your hands up real high
      Let's see where the people in the world is at
      Where you at shorty?
      With LL, Busta Rhymes, Check it out

      Two big ballers keep the juice blending
      Fuck Black Ceaser, I didn't like the ending
      Why?, cos we two jiggy niggas always making
      Too many million dollar affiliations
      Abbreviation, LL, period
      I'm platinum every time, it's serious
      Ayo, we serious when we experience millions
      High, rolling to the max, extra big willying
      Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit
      I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet
      Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens
      Shake it down for papers
      Hey, now she jump shaking

      Gotta keep on making it high
      Gotta keep on making it high (Yes, yes Mr Smith)
      Gotta keep on making it high
      Gotta keep on making it high

      Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villain
      Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling
      Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling
      You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing
      Ayo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling
      Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing
      You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker
      Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca
      Ayo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker
      In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black'N'Decker
      Reason being, I work my tool right
      Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right

      Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)
      Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Yeah, that's right)
      Gotta keep on making it high (Uh)
      Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Just spark my L)

      Just lean left, lean right
      Lean front, lean back
      C'mon, you gotta ride it baby
      (You gotta shake it, shake it all night baby)
      Just lean left, lean right (right)
      Lean front, lean back (lean back)
      (C'mon shake it, just shake it)
      (C'mon shake it, just break it)
      You gotta ride it baby

      Busta Bust, Mr Smith
      Flipmode, Yo, lets sing a little something for the song

      Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
      C'mon and chill with me, me, me
      C'mon baby, you know I'm audi
      Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
      Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
      Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways

      Busta Bust
      Mr Smith
      We on the track, I always spark the lah
      I always catch a contact
      Aeiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig (wig) push back (push back)
      Like he gotta touch

      A bottom here for Mencap
      He went from Dreadlocks
      To Ceasers
      Now he called
      Cash
      Brothers shaving bums is nasty
      Kid so watch that

      I be the B, you, S, T, A, R, H, Y, M, E, S full of finesse, lyrically complex
      And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L, period J my leers waiting on the
      Runway, Bust
      Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr You, God
      Is it the bashment?
      Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy

      Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi
      Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi
      Just a leeson for you sucker MC's
      Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period

      Word is bond
      Ah man
      I had a good time working with you Mr Smith
      Do you think they'll ever recover?
      I have no idea, I'm seeniggas is in comas and concussions
      It's ridiculous, word up, throw your hands in the air
      Just have a good time and wave them around
      Throw your hands in the air, word up
      Mr Smith and Busta Rhymes get down

      Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat
      C'mon and chill with me, me, me
      C'mon baby, you know I'm audi
      Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat
      Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me
      Uh, you jealous niggas, change your ways son

      Ah man
      Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas
      Ah man
      In a happy and fun loving way
      You know, splash!
      Yeah, you know that
      Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man
      You niggas need to chill down
      Put your shades on kid
      Cool the fuck off
      Put your shades on baby
      Aight?
      Shine, nigga put them shades on
      Niggas leaning
      Leaning like they deformed or something
      Ha, fix your neck
      You like like Shaq in that commercial

      SONGWRITERS:
      SMITH, JAMES TODD/RANS, ROBERT S/BROWN, PETER H
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