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We Comin' Through
957
Hip-Hop/Rap
We Comin' Through wurde am 20. Juni 2000 von Elektra Records als Teil des Albums Anarchy veröffentlicht
album cover
AlbumAnarchy
Veröffentlichungsdatum20. Juni 2000
LabelElektra Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM168

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Damon Bo Butter Bostick
Damon Bo Butter Bostick
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G. Spivey
G. Spivey
Songwriter
T. Smith
T. Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Executive Producer
Big Dave Hymann
Big Dave Hymann
Assistant Engineer
D J Scratch
D J Scratch
Producer
Vinny Nicoletti
Vinny Nicoletti
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Gordon
Patrick Gordon
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

Hehe, yeah, hehe
Serious now (Hehe)
Be serious (Hehehehe)
All my **** (One, two!), line up and (Come through!)
I got shit for all of you to wild out and (Dumb to!)
Back and bust your gun too, nowhere to run to
This shit is the jerk, so run your jewels and your ones too
Hey, my bitches, (What, what?), I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold yo' ass out, make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut right all over your whole butt
Slice you down with the dick just like you was a cold cut
(Oh, fuck!) Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck, fuckin' packin' a toast (What?), so (What?)
****, what about you slappin' the shit up out ya
Flipmode, we them **** and I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers, smokin' 'til we high zonin'
**** on the corners, clutter the streets in the nights roamin'
Now see how we got you open (Hah), my **** hold your post (Huh)
Bitches, if you ridin' with me (Hah), let's see who rocks the most (Huh)
All my **** (What, what?), we comin' through (What, what?)
Reppin' for my **** and my bitches too (What, what?)
Back and bust your gun too, nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck until there's no club to come to
All my bitches (What, what?), we comin' through (What, what?)
Reppin' for my bitches and my **** too (What, what?)
Bounce and shake yo' (Ass out!), break fool and (Black out!)
Hit you with some shit that will make all y'all just (Pass out!)
Yo, I keep that hot shit (Shh-shh-shh), fuck up your block shit (Shh-shh-shh)
Have y'all **** stupid on some straight cock your Glock shit (Blow!)
Every time we drop shit (Huh), there's no way to stop shit (Huh)
Bust y'all **** ass, then like to sit back and pop shit (Huh)
Yo, we 'bout to lace (Y'all!), deface the place (Y'all!)
With shit that feel just like a fuckin' foot in your face (Y'all!)
Is you (Hah) with me? (Hell, yeah!) Before I hit y'all (Huh)
Flipmode be them **** that will be sure to split y'all (Huh!)
We will never quit y'all (Hah), we won't permit y'all
Wack **** to come inside like they be the shit y'all (Fuck that!)
Yeah, y'all know we blaze and we wreck shop (Huh)
Put it down for live **** (Huh) while we watch the next fly
All my **** (Pass through!) before we (Blast you!)
This shit is so real (Huh, huh), I don't have no need to gash you (Huh)
We will never calm down, we won't put the bombs down (Hah)
Rep for all my **** and we won't put the arms down (Huh)
(Yeah, y'all know we keep it comin') Yo' people is good for nothing (Ayo!)
Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumpin' (Hah)
And rush the dance hall until all they ass fall
I make you (Huh) other corny **** get off the damn wall (Hah)
And then we bless y'all with the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all **** with flavor nothin' less than the best y'all
Now see how we got you open (Huh), my **** hold your post (Hah)
All my bitches ridin' with me (Hah), let's see who rocks the most (Huh)
All my **** (What, what?), we comin' through (What, what?)
Reppin' for my **** and my bitches too (What, what?)
Back and bust your gun too, nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck until there's no club to come to
All my bitches (What, what?), we comin' through (What, what?)
Reppin' for my bitches and my **** too (What, what?)
Bounce and shake yo' (Ass out!), break fool and (Black out!)
Hit you with some shit that will make all y'all just (Pass out!)
Written by: G. Spivey, T. Smith
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