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from Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Remixes (2003)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Remixes (2003)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Remixes (2003)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Remixes (2003)
Right right right right
Right, Busta Rhymes exclusive with the Zhane Each and every day We gon come around your way and do it our way, word is bond {It's a party, let's get it on tonight} Word up, hah, yeah yeah one time with the flow {that's how we flow} {Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right} {When I step up in the party won't you move it to the left} Hah hah hah hah, move it to the left {Party people move it side to side I'm feelin kind of blessed} Oooh hah yeah ooh yes, kind of blessed yes {And I'm so fly... and you're so fly...} Oh yeah I'm so fly... yeah, yeah you so fly too girl {Feeling high tonight... it's a partyartyartyartyahhhh} Word up word up... uhh, hah UHH! Let me get down, do my thing I always bring, shit that always make your ass swing Holding down the fort while we keep shit tight Hit you with that bang shit that keep you live all night Makin moves strong while we keep rockin on Now the object is survival son so get your hustle on Bust two shots while I blow up the spot I make it hot, till the jam is packed, to the parking lot, now Me and my mans feel like we astronauts Cause we so high from off that weed we got from new knots Certified stimulation got me open wide Before we slide to side we grab the stash out the ride We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy Babygirl let me seek that gift that make your cake creamy uhh Feel the heat circulatin through your body Everytime the Flipmode click step inside the part, word is bond {It's a party, let's get it on tonight} Hah, right, word is bond {Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right} {The stimulation circulating through my mind body and soul} Uhh, hah, hah uh hah! {Busta Rhymes, stimuli, making me lose control} Hah hah hahhhh {And I'm so fly... and you're so fly} Word is bond, yes I am {Feeling high tonight... it's a partyartyartyartyahhhh} Ha ha ha I got my mind made up, c'mon you can get it girl Come with me if you really wit it girl Back to my dungeon shack, where the party is it Where I can tickle your nipples and your feminine fat I checks for you baby whatchu gon do There's a party at my crib designed just for me and you Let me let my crew know we bout to break out Flip, Star, Web, Dukwon Allah, and the Boy Scout My man Black Missin, son whylin with the shorty flippin Stackin papers, sippin bubbles good nigga livin But anyway we bout to break out in my Lands Pursuin our thoughts and executin all plans The dope shit is that we both underestand that it's a one night stand and you ain't even thinkin bout your man Oooh, OH! We bout to turn on the heat again Don't you say a word until we finish partyin {Don't you know that tonight, is your night} Hah, word up, tonight is the niiight {Feelin good when I have a peace of mind} Word up, a peace of mind {Got to set it off and just a little bit wild} Hah, woo, a little wild {It's a partyartyahhhhhh} Hah, it's a party y'all, it's a party y'all, it's a party y'all Yo, well anyway I'm back around my way Keepin it live you know how we do each and every day Rollin through thick with my girls Zhane With the exclusive debut Hey Mr. DJ Listen to me baybay We put somethin together that's gon drive you crazy Get from our your seat and stop actin lazy Or get up out my party if you actin shady, baby baby, it's a aprty {It's a party, let's get it on tonight} Word up, let's get it on tonight {Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes} Yes, yes, uhh, Zhane and Busta Rhymes {It's a party, let's get it on tonight} Ahhh, woo, let's get it on, let's get it on {Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right} Do it right now, ahh, hah {It's a party, let's get it on tonight} Throw your hands in the air!!! {Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes} Zhane and Busta Rhymes exclusive, hah {It's a party, let's get it on tonight} Hah, word is bond, let's get it on babygirl {Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right} Let's do it right now, keep it movin y'all Flipmode is the unit y'all You can't see what we doin y'all Zhane and Busta B y'all Yes we doin the whole entire party makin y'all Woo, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, forever and ever and ever... |
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