Light Your Ass On Fire

Busta Rhymes & Pharrell

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[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Whachu 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 there this, this my man Busta

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Hah, I know you starving for this sh*t
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 sh*t 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 whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed
What he initially said because a nigga dead
But f**k em! cause now we vibing and talking and sh*t
I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and sh*t

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Move girl light your ass on fire - light your ass on fire
Move girl light your ass on fire - light 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

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Bust it, baby I know you probably really
Need a table cloth to cover your ass
Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass
Sh*t so big just put the club in yo ass
Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass
I see your little gap between your c**t and yo ass
And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass
I'm saying hmm, the sh*t'll spread like a rash
The way they ass wiggles see I got the sh*t 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'm a put you on blast
Just like a tint window when you put your sh*t 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, c'mon) we making money and sh*t
Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your sh*t

[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, sh*t 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)

[Verse: 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 motherf**kers probably think that I'm playing
All bitches love to talk and all that other sh*t I be saying
And going hmm, see how you putting it down
I love the way you shake it throw it around!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]


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Chart History

Chart DatePosition
2003-08-0969
2003-08-1666
2003-08-2366
2003-08-3058
2003-09-0658
2003-09-1358
2003-09-2080
2003-09-2785
2003-10-0488
2003-10-1195

Peak Position: #58
Number of Weeks on Chart: 10