Lyrics:
markets
See me, I'll validate your free parking
I'm the best emcee, and that ain't the weed talkin
[Chorus: Busta + (Rampage)]
Let's go! Flipmode
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..
OH YEAH!!
Chorus 2X
[Rampage]
All my Flipmode niggaz just bounce to this
All my Rampage
no fear, Flipmode, Streetsweepers Oh yeah!
Oooh I like her, shake your rear
You look nice who did your hair?
Syke!!! Shorty over there look way
for hire, nigga
My rims so big, I fucked my alignment up
Grown as hell, I don't throw signs, nigga
I continue to Flipmode's like Rhy, nigga
Barbershop
shit
Ya heard? (Clinton Sparks)
Take a walk in our footsteps (Flipmode)
What you find is that hood shit
Take a walk in our footsteps
What you gon’ find
of the young
Niggas that your peeps be
Saying "Die too soon" ayo (Flipmode nigga)
When I step up in the club
Bitches trying to hug me
So sick baby mothers still
Get this party started
Def Squad, yeah, Flipmode
Raw Footage, uh
Yeah
While I write, y'all jump in
Take a ride with me
New Hummer, no leases,
Gang, so wie Wu-Tang oder Flipmode
Hunderttausend Fans bei 'nem Gig in Skid Row
Deutschpop, Opfersongs
Deutschrock, Hops genommen
Religion, triple
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Busta Rhymes, Slum Village
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode
Rock on, rock on, rock on...
[Verse One:]
I got chicks in my livin room shakin they asses
Flipmode get ya high smokin weed and hash
Yo it's all
type, Slip-N-Slide and Flipmode we gettin loose right
Uh, aha, uh, fuck why'all want to do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on our wrist
Sunroof top
with no eyes
You lookin' so blind
You know I'm in flipmode
Standing here like 6'4"
Somethin' like Nintendo
Prolly whippin' with some indo
Always with
on the wax
Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed
Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax
Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks
Flipmode deep we
Rock on, rock on, rock on...
I got chicks in my livin room shakin they asses
Flipmode get ya high smokin weed and hash
Yo it's all about fun sex
you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that fire!
Hey yo
Rock until I'm gone
Till the party's over and he
lady of the Flipmode Squad
Rah Digga (Uh-huh)
I want to take this time out to say thanks to everybody
Who went out and copped my shit
For those of y'all
you know
Busta Bust in the place you know
Flipmode Squad in the place you know
The whole T-Dot in the place you know
New York in the place you know
Get
give it to you
I know what you want
You know I got it
Baby if you give it to me
I'll give it to you
I know what you want
You know I got it
Flipmode
Homegrown soul, flipmode to a daydream
Never gets old run it back like you're crazy
Dream team goals break your neck like a dre beat
Peach on my
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
Yeah yeah yeah
Historical and monumental shit
What the fuck
had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough, I told him, "Gimme some more"
If you feeling this, Then wait for the sequel
you homie, I hope you came prepared
'cause I don't care if you live or phony, 'cause we ain't neva scared
Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know
kali datang dekat dia nak belek
Empat kali balik rumah dia terus gelek gelek gelek gelek gelek gelek
Big bad bussin’ gua Flipmode (flipmode)
Ziplock bag
Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(let's do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
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