Flipmode Squad

Flipmode Squad - Last Night lyrics

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Comin in the dance last night(uh hum)
 Busta boy fear last night(uh oh)
 Me couldn't find me nine(um hum)
 So me go  pull out me knife(so me say)
 (repeat 2'x)

 (Spilff Star)
 A lot of brothers don't like me
 Screw me when the site me
 Pop a lot of shit  but they scared to death to fight me
 See me on the stage wit Bust on some rap shit
 They see me in the club wit Bust on some lap shit
 Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
 But now i'm on the world on some autograph shit
 Spliff-a-Spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste
 So if you 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 niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
 Ain't nithin 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 get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
 Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
 So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
 Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
 It's all ral here, there ain't no fear here
 You mess around here, you catch ya death here
 I mean it, you could front, but you believe it
 Nigga guard your life before i turn around and steal it
 Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
 If I can't find you, I take it out on who you be wit
 Type of bitch nigga i would never smoke a tree wit

 (Busta Rhymes)(Chorus)
 repeat 2's

 (Busta Rhymes)
 Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust
 Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough
 I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off
 Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
 Now here's another winnin ripoff
 Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
 Stay heavily armed, Alakun Salom
 Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
 Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
 Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on
 drink bottles, treat niggas like Gus D'Amoto
 Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white Diablo
 Niggas know my motto, lets get money, Macho Camacho
 Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho
 Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another murder commit
 The episode comin on Teen Summit
 Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
 Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
 Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that I love to hate
 Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
 Time of the year, feel great, clean slate
 Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
 How they say street niggas 'ill never have
 Now we possess the 5S wit the cherry red Nav
 Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph
 Gettin so much money staff calculate the math
 Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash
 Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash
 You had a blast , now how long you gonna last
 Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass
 Brace yoself one more time, know what i mean dun
 Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one

 (Chorus til end
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Copyrights:

Author: Trevor Smith (4), William Lewis

Composer: ?

Publisher: WEA International Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

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