Текст песни Flipmode Squad - Here We Go
Flipmode Squad - Here We Go слова песни
[Busta Rhymes]Yes indeed... oh my godNo more games! No more fuckin games!C`mon... let`s do it![Rah Digga]Check, save the yakkedy-yak I ain`t a fan blackI tell a cat to his face, his whole plan wackCouple grand stacks, trizzin hand bagsTarget practice, no tellin where they land atY`all can`t rap, my shows be jam-packedPanic attacks like they found anthrax on AmtrakBetter stand back, my niggaz get yo man clappedRock-a-bye baby like you O.D.ed on ZantacPeople love me, see us in the street hauk usSend little kids to the motherfuckin beat walkersModel type had to turn down three offersLeather outlets, wood berry, Nancy Crawford`sGangsta, hang with murderers and tree-sparkersType to sell ya body parts to the meat marketsSee me, I`ll validate your free parkingI`m the best emcee, and that ain`t the weed talkin[Chorus: Busta + (Rampage)]Let`s go! Flipmode to the Squad, we comin through (here we go)Everytime we come through we give we give you (whattchu want)When we step in the place y`all niggaz know we (blow the spot)Shit, throw yo hands high, I wanna see you (heat it up)Before we break this shit up, you know we got to (break it down)And we got so much heat, we got enough to (go around)Y`all niggaz know we won`t stop, we keep it comin - (all my niggaz)All my bitches! (Is you ready?) is you ready? (here we go)[Rampage]Huh, I`m up at One Fish, Two FishSittin in my truck, on the, twenty-inch deepdishMet this girl from, Victoria SecretWanted to take me home, so she can just sleep withOh right, cool, the ass is kinda dunkyHad to turn her down, plus she looked like a monkeyRolled up my window, she said I was actin funnyAir was on low, my mink was on the moneySky blue, matchin hat, the hood was on funnyOn the side of me, was my security footiesThe word in the clubs; Rampage is a bullyI never stay at one place dawg, I gotta boogieI keep it cool but I`m addicted to six figuresThis year (uh) I`m rollin with them high-bidders (that`s right)My image is right, I`m here to bang niggazLook at how I`m doin it now ya fake niggaz[Chorus: Busta + (Rampage)][Busta Rhymes]Whip twenty-three inches up in the bubble truckBitch bounce from the east back to west bubble frontWhip double Duquotis and pop a double clutchAnd make bitchs skip to my lou and the double dutchPass a nigga the spliff, you watchin a nigga smoke it downDrag a freak back to my crib and watch me poke it outSoak it down, now you know when a nigga broke it downI put the dick all inside her throat, now watch her choke it downScope around fiends we sling the dope aroundSling the soap around, little faggots see we don`t joke aroundHardcore sound that we bangin just like a quadropoundinternational shit be swingin back to my local groundHah, hope you see we`ll roast you bi-coastalniggaz only knowin the half, you know we`ll fry MOST YOU!Gettin money from chef, at lunch I eat TOFU!And tuck my waist with the gat, now watch a nigga BLOW THROUGH![Chorus: Busta + (Rampage)][Busta talking]Yeah, just bounce come onYeah, come on, just bounce come onYeah, come on, just bounce come onYeah, come on, just bounce come onYeah, come on, Flipmode come onYeah, come on, Flipmode come onYeah, come on, Flipmoooooode!Hah, yeah, yeah, here we go