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We Comin' Through

957

Hip-Hop/Rap

We Comin' Through was released on June 20, 2000 by Elektra Records as a part of the album Anarchy

Song Details

Release DateJune 20, 2000

LabelElektra Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM168

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Busta Rhymes

Vocals

Damon Bo Butter Bostick

Damon Bo Butter Bostick

Musician

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

G. Spivey

Songwriter

T. Smith

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Busta Rhymes

Executive Producer

Big Dave Hymann

Big Dave Hymann

Assistant Engineer

D J Scratch

Producer

Vinny Nicoletti

Vinny Nicoletti

Mixing Engineer

Patrick Gordon

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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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