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Last Night

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Last Night was released on September 1, 1998 by Elektra Records as a part of the album The Imperial

Song Details

AlbumThe Imperial

Release DateSeptember 1, 1998

LabelElektra Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Flipmode Squad

Performer

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Rap

Dave Ellis

Musician

Rasheed Booth

Musician

Spliff Star

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

T. Smith

Songwriter

Wendy Lewis

Songwriter

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Executive Producer, Mixing Engineer

Vinny Nicoletti

Vinny Nicoletti

Recording Engineer, Additional Engineer

Rich Tapper

Assistant Engineer

Tom Passetti

Assistant Engineer

DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.

DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.

Executive Producer

Rick Posada

Executive Producer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hmm, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, y-yeah, yeah

Mm, hmm, so me do, so me say!

Yeah-yeah, yeah (True ting), yeah, yeah

Coming in the dance last night (Mm-hmm)

Busta boy fierce last night (True ting)

Me couldn't, find, me knife (So me say)

So me go, a-get, me nine (So me do)

Last night was a serious night (Uh-hmm!)

Busta boy fierce last night (Uh-oh)

Me couldn't, find, me knife (So me say)

So me go and back me nines (Mm-hmm)

A lot of brothers don't like me

Screw me when the site me

Pop a lot of shit, but scared to death to fight me

See me in the club wit' Bust' on some lap shit

They see me on the stage wit' Bust on some amp shit

Before this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit

But now I'm 'round the world on some autograph shit

Spliff-a-Spliff's drop the 4-5th round the waist

Y'all **** want war, let me deal with the case

Ain't nothin' to it, brother I got the heart to do it

Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit' ya fluid

Ya'll **** stupid, ya got brains, brother use it

Ain't nuttin' gonna stop my black ass from gettin' cash

On the real, that's how deeply I feel

A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal

Got the iced-out platinum rings that you wanna steal

Come and get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted

Street corner colonel, got enough cats to set it

So if you ain't doin' shit, ya'll **** need to dead it

Watchin' my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy

It's all real here, it ain't no fear here

You mess around here, you catch ya death here

I mean it, you could front, but you believe it

**** guard your life before I turn around and steal it

Look into my eyes and analyse what you deal wit'

If I can't find you, I take it out on who you be wit'

Typa bitch **** I would never smoke a tree wit'

Coming in the dance last night (Mm-hmm)

Busta boy fierce last night (So me do)

Me couldn't, find, me knife (You hear?)

So me go and, back, me nines (So me say)

Last night was a serious night (Uh-hmm!)

Busta boy fierce last night (So me say)

Me couldn't, find, me knife (Uh-huh)

So me go and, back, me nines (Yo)

Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust

Contaminated smoke still makin' me cough

I mean we 'bout to turn this whack shit off

Whack **** is sick wit' the flu, sippin' chicken broth

Now here's another winnin' rip-off

Gettin' money, eatin' fine cuisine

Like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf

Staying heavily armed, Alakun Salom

Watch yo' bitch ass suffer 'til you got to beg for yo' moms

Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on

Stupid right between yo' lips, get yo' suck on

My baby bottle, treat **** like Gus D'Amoto

Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white Diablo

**** know my motto, go get money, Macho Camacho

Applaud, ayo, bravo, lets go collect the nacho

Oh shit, watch you don't split, another murder commit

The episode comin' on Teen Summit

Little corny **** talk too quick, think he slick

Throwin' a brick, yappin' off, lyin' on his dick

Too late, you'll be that typa **** that I love to hate

Brutally bust your shit like a **** turned primate

Top of the year, feel great, clean slate

Hold a nickel plate, property shoppin' to buy a landscape

How they say street **** will never have

Now we possess the 5S wit' the cherry red Nav

Doin' things like writin' graffiti on autographs

Drop the hot shit, stack, calculate the math

Laugh, you know the half, iron in the stash

Meditatin', watch the wind blow the blunt ash

Flash, put out the trash, how long you gonna last?

Ice grillin' for nothin', you make yo'self ass

Grace yo' life one more chance, you know what i mean dun?

Violate, 'cross the fine line, it be yo' last one

Coming in the dance last night (Fuck outta here)

Busta boy fierce last night (Mm-hmm)

Me couldn't, find, me knife (So me do)

So me go and, back, me nines (So me say)

Last night was a serious night (Uh-huh!)

Busta boy fierce last night (So me do)

Me couldn't, find, me knife (So me do)

So me go and, back, me nines (Uh-huh)

Last night was a serious night (True ting)

Busta boy fierce last night (Uh-hmm)

Me couldn't, find, me knife (So me say)

So me go and, get me 4-5 (Get the 4-5)

Last night was a serious night (Uh-huh!)

Busta boy fierce last night (So me do)

Now, me couldn't, find, me knife (So me say)

Last night was a serious night (True)

Flipmode Squad, some old twisted shit

**** don't never get it

Can never predict what the next step gon' be

Written by: T. Smith, Wendy Lewis

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