Flipmode Squad

Flipmode Squad - Hit Em Wit Da Heat songtekst

Je score:
Yeah  Lieutenant what!
 Yeah  motherfucka
 It's Flipmode
 Yeah yeah  spliff  check it out  uh

 [Rampage]
 Ramp  I've been ill since back in the days
 Rockin' shell toed Addidas with rags for my waves
 Flipmode be the unit now I'm playin' for the Braves
 I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter
 I used to play scully plus  hot peas and butta
 Now I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha
 Burgundy Ac, you can call me Ramp Lova
 And now I'm toppin' pokey with my Louisville slugger

 [Baby Sham]
 My Squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
 Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap
 Like Kodak, these cats get the picture
 Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya
 My target is your feature
 we all sport hoods like grim reapers
 We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
 Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up
 21st side see me rounding it up

 Chorus: Busta Rhymes

 See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
 Got u feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt
 violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
 Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
 What you really want is that what you really want?
 We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
 What you really want is that what you really want?
 we hit you with the heat is that what you really want?

 [Spliff Star]
 Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it
 All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it
 Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
 P-Y-P nigga play your position
 I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle
 My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
 Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked
 Catch me on Church Ave, flickin blunt ashes

 [Rah Digga]
 Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas
 Wont take shit without no type floders
 Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit
 Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
 Ready to stay on
 Smoother then rayon
 Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons
 Mu'fuckas, black out season
 Publishing resume steady increasing

 Chorus

 [Lord Have Mercy]
 Shanghai, Shanghai
 New sheriff in town
 Rock America's crown and hang 'em high
 Who bangin' a fist full?
 Brandishing pistols
 Pearl handles with the, family initials
 Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
 Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
 Uh-uh!, Savages off balance and blow traveling slow
 Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it

 [Busta Rhymes]
 Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
 Be damned if I
 Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
 Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede
 Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
 Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us
 Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
 Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
 Imagining me ending your world like Deep Impact
 Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
 Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that

 Chorus 2x

 [Busta Rhymes]
 Fuckin' y'all up
 Flipmode forever
 Stays focused
 Pay Attention
 Pay Attention...*fades to phone interlude
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Dana Stinson, Leroy Jones (3), Trevor Smith (4), Wayne Notise, William Lewis

Componist: ?

Publisher: WEA International Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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