Flipmode Squad Everybody On The Line Outside
-Busta Rhymes verse- Flipmode word bond Flipmode coming word bond Flipmode here word bond Feel no fear word bond Uh-uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh-uh uh-uh 1998 Hot shit Hitting you off baby you do it like this Yo Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey Admire the nigga and let me shine baby Shine my nickel 380 yo its all gravy Never play me, follow orders you better obey me Sisco and dance all in the discos Crib show with alot of bitches from here to Frisco Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago The way she blow I never been blowed before Beyond a level where I could'nt take it no more Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor Now I finish with that Nigga give me my trap Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap Think your shit dont stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on! -Busta Rhymes chorus- Everybody's on the line outside Make you feel good make you come for the ride Going do it to my people till your're satisfied Cant do it like this no matter how much you try I know you want to wild out come inside >From the left to the right lets coincide All night Flipmode coming open wide Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired -Rampage verse- Now im on charge The party's going down at the club mirage Rampage im still large Coming in the door with my Flipmode Squad VIP pass flex on the blast Honey's in the corner yo I got to think fast Play my game right if I want some ass If I want to spend some cash, moet all night Dont look at me wrong man your pokets aint tight I got a Rolly that'll shine all night This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right Its Rampage you can call me legendary I drink alize with a little cranberry I clear my throat Got the flyest mink coat I told you before yo im going for broke Gebose -Repeat Chorus- -Lord Have Mercy verse- Rotate the club Locate the Love Pulsate with the squeeze ass Double G cans fatigue shafts Out your league math Jeeps crash dent like bean bags New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags Not a dollar to loose Man let me hollar at you Never head wobble with fool Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon La La bye messaging your crew Travel at high speeds No ID God on the move Pardon me duke Nationwide thick base collide The gritty groove, smash fifty-two And levitate your side Who want it? Your back weak running like athletes Get on it Huh blaze the streets with no warning Andale Andale my people move for the montary Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away Put the john away, put the john away -Repeat chorus 2x- -Busta Rhymes- Yeah Flipmode raw deluxe hot shit 1998 1999 year 2000 Say what Lord Have Mercy Say what Rampage the last nigga Say what Busta Rhymes the lyrical Say what say what say what
