Busta Rhymes - Everybody on The Line Outside текст песни

-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 couldnt 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-

Everybodys on the line outside

Make you feel good make you come for the ride

Going do it to my people till yourre 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 partys going down at the club mirage

Rampage Im still large

Coming in the door with my flipmode squad

Vip pass flex on the blast

Honeys 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 thatll 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