Busta Rhymes - Everybody On The Line Outside Lyrics
-busta rhymes verse-Flipmode word bondFlipmode coming word bondFlipmode here word bondFeel no fear word bondUh-uh-uh uh-uhUh-uh-uh uh-uh1998 hot shitHitting you off baby you do it like this yoCrazy maybey a nigga look shadeyAdmire the nigga and let me shine babyShine my nickel 380 yo its all gravyNever play me, follow orders you better obey meSisco and dance all in the discosCrib show with alot of *****es from here to friscoYah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yoMet a spanish chick I think her name is santiagoThe way she blow I never been blowed beforeBeyond a level where I couldnt take it no morePut it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoorShe said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floorNow I finish with thatNigga give me my trapStaking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rapThink your shit dont stinkDrunk crossed eyed niggaWalk crooked still spilling your drinkJam on!-busta rhymes chorus-Everybodys on the line outsideMake you feel good make you come for the rideGoing do it to my people till yourre satisfiedCant do it like this no matter how much you tryI know you want to wild out come inside>from the left to the right lets coincideAll night flipmode coming open wideWave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired-rampage verse-Now Im on chargeThe partys going down at the club mirageRampage Im still largeComing in the door with my flipmode squadVip pass flex on the blastHoneys in the corner yo I got to think fastPlay my game right if I want some assIf I want to spend some cash, moet all nightDont look at me wrong man your pokets aint tightI got a rolly thatll shine all nightThis is that jam that make you ballers want to fightAnd all you pretty ladies just wild for the nightPut your bottles in the air from your left to your rightIts rampage you can call me legendaryI drink alize with a little cranberryI clear my throatGot the flyest mink coatI told you before yo Im going for brokeGebose-repeat chorus--lord have mercy verse-Rotate the clubLocate the lovePulsate with the squeeze assDouble g cans fatigue shaftsOut your league mathJeeps crash dent like bean bagsNew york city rub squishy touch and theme tagsNot a dollar to looseMan let me hollar at youNever head wobble with foolTomorrow was cruel to flock on the moonLa la bye messaging your crewTravel at high speedsNo idGod on the movePardon me dukeNationwide thick base collideThe gritty groove, smash fifty-twoAnd levitate your sideWho want it?Your back weak running like athletesGet on itHuh blaze the streets with no warningAndale andale my people move for the montaryJack cheese collapse streets now put the john awayPut the john away, put the john away-repeat chorus 2x--busta rhymes-Yeah flipmode raw deluxe hot shit1998 1999 year 2000Say what lord have mercySay what rampage the last niggaSay what busta rhymes the lyricalSay what say what say what
