Paroles de la chanson We Could Take It Outside par Busta Rhymes

Auteurs: Le Grand Michel,Bergman Alan,Marilyn Bergman,Trevor Smith,Roger Mc Nair,Cleveland Delaney,Rashia Fisher,George L Spivey,William Lewis,Leroy Jones,Wayne Notise

Editeurs: Emi Music Publishing France

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Paroles de la chanson We Could Take It Outside par Busta Rhymes

[Rampage (Baby Sham)]
That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again)
Uh, do it! Do it!

[Rampage]
I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise
Flipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise
Niggas want to advertise about how we get down
You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found
How you like me now?
We got the industry on lock
The world is on shock
I'm a take a piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park

Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)

[Serious]
Now na na na na na na, na na nah
Super size, super size, right before your eyes
I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
Killing all the tips from studio spies
Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
Don't ask why. Why? What do you ask as a reply?
Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try
Peace to my people in the friendly sky
Peace to my outer space ties

[Spliff Star]
I'm in leather like the ladies
Bigger than crack in the 80's {*echoes*}

Drive the buggy I Mercedes
Blow up like C-4
Got so much to live for
Can't play the game no more
Pick up the cain no more
Brothers ain't the same no more
Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for
Get yourself caught up
Faggot ass tore up
In the worst way, the only way you can stop me
Is cock your Glock and shot me
Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me
Cause anyhow I live I'm comin back for you poppy

[Busta Rhymes]
What y'all niggas wanna do?
(Yo we can take it outside)
Ya'll niggas want something?

(Yo we can take it outside)
What y'all niggas wanna do?
(Yo we can take it outside)
Ya'll niggas want something?
(Yo we can take it outside)

[Baby Sham]
Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah
All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines
I'm here to bust mine
Nigga fragile let his brain fry
Pretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye
You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic
Run up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress

My crew expanded, QB is where we landed
Yellow strip you crossed it
Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion
Show me were loaded
The desert eagle hear it cockin'
Lovin my doggies
While we shinin' continue flossin

[Busta Rhymes & (Lord Have Mercy)]
(Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids
Flipmode we are, 'mode we are..

[Rah Digga]
Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe
Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu
The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns
I be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson

Smokin grey poupon boy
Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fold like they was futons
Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode
We get our dick rode a whole shitload

[Busta Rhymes]
What y'all niggas wanna do?
(Yo we can take it outside)
Ya'll niggas want something?
(Yo we can take it outside)
What y'all niggas wanna do?
(Yo we can take it outside)
Ya'll niggas want something?
(Yo we can take it outside)

[Lord Have Mercy]

We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias
That pillage, americana
Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas
Reminisce the promise
Bring drama like Nicaragua
Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas
Leave cities in carnage
Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas
Maintain, maintain, maintain
I reign like Mussolini's iron fists
Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips
Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous
The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, you better practice what you preach
I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
Word is bond checkin me out
Hey what you talkin about
You lost and you walkin about
Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out
Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out
Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about

This one's for my people and my niggas up North
The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth
Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear

[Busta Rhymes]
What y'all niggas wanna do?
(Yo we can take it outside)
Ya'll niggas want something?
(Yo we can take it outside)
What y'all niggas wanna do?
(Yo we can take it outside)
Ya'll niggas want something?
(Yo we can take it outside)
What y'all niggas wanna do?
(Yo we can take it outside)
Ya'll niggas want something?
(Yo we can take it outside)
What y'all niggas wanna do?
(Yo we can take it outside)
Ya'll niggas want something?
(Yo we can take it outside)

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