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We Could Take It Outside (feat. Flipmode Squad)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Ведущий вокал
Fabulous Fab
Fabulous Fab
Вокал
Kevin "Webb" Welch
Kevin "Webb" Welch
Вокал
Lord Have Mercy
Lord Have Mercy
Вокал
Spliff Star
Spliff Star
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Alan Bergman
Alan Bergman
Автор песен
C. Delancey
C. Delancey
Автор песен
George Spivey
George Spivey
Автор песен
Marilyn Bergman
Marilyn Bergman
Автор песен
R. Fisher
R. Fisher
Автор песен
Roger McNair
Roger McNair
Автор песен
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
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Wendy Lewis
Wendy Lewis
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Wayne Anthony Notise
Wayne Anthony Notise
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Миксинг-инженер
Tom Passetti
Tom Passetti
Ассистент инженера
Rick Posada
Rick Posada
Исполнительный продюсер
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Мастеринг-инженер
DJ Scratch
DJ Scratch
Продюсер
Dominick Barbera
Dominick Barbera
Миксинг-инженер
Vinny Nicoletti
Vinny Nicoletti
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again) Uh, do it! Do it! I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise Flipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I'm a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's) Now na na na na na na, na na nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties I'm in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80's Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can't play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me Is cock your Glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anyhow I live I'm comin back for you poppy What y'all niggas wanna do? (Yo we can take it outside) Ya'll niggas want something? (Yo we can take it outside) What y'all niggas wanna do? (Yo we can take it outside) Ya'll niggas want something? (Yo we can take it outside) Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines Hear to bust mine Nigga fragile let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin' Lovin my doggies While we shinin' continue flossin (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids Flipmode we are, 'mode we are. Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode We get our dick rode a whole shitload We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias That pillage, americana Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I reign like Mussolini's iron fists Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars Yo, you better practice what you preach I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and you walkin about Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about This one's for my people and my niggas up North The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear - Repeat 2X
Writer(s): George Spivey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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