| Paroles: | [Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty ass inside
("Eddie
you should know better.." - [C. Mayfield])
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker,
yea
("Brother, you know you're wrong.." - [C. Mayfield])
Come on, can't stop, won't
stop, rockin' for you niggas
'Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And
I, got a state gun cockin' for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots
[Rah
Digga]
Poppin' for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on
everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the)
key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)
[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something,
shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain't sayin' nothin'
Niggas be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Betta (stop) 'fore we
(pop) and really (get to sprayin' something)
[Busta] Flood it up
[Digga] Whip it
up
[Busta] Smoke it up
[Digga] Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em
shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin' it
(everybody) love it up
[Chorus]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest,
what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It's Flipmode,
better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas,
what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It's Flipmode,
better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK-aca |
