Keepin’ It Tight

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Flipmode Squad (Uh) Yeah, there ain't nothin' iller (Word) (Hah) Busta Rhymes got another killer (Yeah) [Verse 1] Niggas be gamblin', playing Cee Lo (What?) We be gettin' money at casinos (Money...) Gamble my money like Gambinos (Ahh) Scarface loot, like Al Pacino (What?) Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Ferrigno (Ooh!) Cop the hot shit, big up my nigga Preemo (Peace, son) Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Eno (Hah) Julio, Spliff, and my other nigga Chico (What) Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco (Gimme five) Count from ten all the way back to zero (Ugh) Set it off, rep from here to Puerto Rico (True) Runnin' the bitches mixed with Black and Flilpino (Ooh!) Trick in the Hyatt or the Nikko (What) Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo (Yeah) My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo (For real) Thug think he live, then show me a hero (Hmmm) Nigga tried to play me on the D-low (What?) Tried to short me couple gram on a kilo (Say what?) Thought we didn't know better? Oh, yeah, we know (Hah, hah) Steppin' to niggas for what it's gon' be, yo (What) Niggas spend money, man, fuck a free show (Yeah) Get in with shorty who whippin' a little Geo (What?) Derelict niggas get left by the seashore (Ah-hah) Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole (Yeah) [Chorus] Alright, y'all (Alright!) You know we keepin' it tight y'all (Real tight! What?) That's how we doin' it (Yeah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! That's how we doin' it (Yeah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! Alright, y'all (Alright!) You know we wildin' all night y'all (All night, y'al!l) That's how we doin' it (Hah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! That's how we doin' it (Yeah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! [Verse 2] Guess who comin' through for dinner (Who?) Busta Rhyme bringin' another winner (Oh!) Comin' with another all night thriller, yo! (Yo!) Shit bang through your bass kicker (True) The more the hot shit, the more you move quicker (Oh) Shit'll make the club crowd a little thicker (Yeah) Nigga in the club, frontin' like a killer (What) You ain't eating, my nigga, you lookin' thinner (Oh!) Now you a sinner, a partyin' beginner You better off if you danced to "Who Got The Keys To My Bimma" (True) You a killer, but you never pulled a trigger (What?) How to calculate money, yo, how you figure? (Who?) Yo, another home run hitter, my nigga Yo, we ain't over, hit you with a refill-er (Come again) We keep it movin', never label me a quitter (Nah) Flipmode, baby, you could call me Flipper (Hah!) She wildin', we wildin' along with her (Yeah) My nigga put me on, told me she a stripper (Word?) Frontin' like he don't really wanna be with her He told me handle my business 'cause he already did her (True) He says she used to be the seed's babysitter (Oh) Fuck the sloppy seconds, hit the highest bidder, for real-ah (Yeah) Keep the champagne in the chiller Keep it cold while I hit you with another wig-splitter (Ugh!) [Chorus] Alright, y'all (Alright!) You know we keepin' it tight, y'all (Real tight, what?) That's how we doin' it (Hah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! That's how we doin' it (Yeah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! Alright y'all (Alright!) You know we wildin' all night, y'all (All night, y'all) That's how we doin' it (Hah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! That's how we doin' it (Yeah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! Alright, y'all (Alright!) You know we keepin' it tight, y'all (Real tight, what?) That's how we doin' it (Hah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! That's how we doin' it (Yeah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! Alright, y'all (Alright) You know we wildin' all night, y'all (All night, y'all) That's how we doin' it (Ha, that's how we doin' it) Yo, that's how we doin' it (Yeah, that's how we doin' it) Yo! [Skit: Man, Woman] Hey, how you doin', baby girl? I noticed you from across the way, and, uh I think me and you should get to talkin' Whatever... So, if you're not doin' nothin' later on tonight Maybe, uh, you can come to my place And? Baby girl, you know how much money I got? Oprah does my laundry So what? Michael Jordan cuts my grass Big deal You know how frivolous I am? I drive a Hummer to the end of my driveway just to get the mail And that's all I use it for That ain't nothin' I got 6 stockbrokers, 14 doctors, 2 lawyers, 17 accountants And 8 other lawyers to watch the first 2 lawyers, so... God, get out of my face And I got custom-made condoms, just made outta other peoples' dicks Wow, really? And shit, when I'm too tired to get my socks blown I hire someone else to fuck for me Obviously you mistakin' me for someone that gives a shit... You know how rich I am? You know how much credit I got? I threw away all my Platinum cards, and I got a uranium card Ahh, loser! Bitch, I drive a Rolls-Royce pick-up truck Tssk, step off, fucky I got a penthouse with a helicopter pad on the roof And snipers on the other buildin' to make sure no one steals my helicopter Look, you played-out player – I don't need you, I got a vibrator Donald Trump delivers my newspapers in the morning And I don't even tip him! Listen, motherfucker If you want some of this, you're gonna have to give me some more God Damn, there ain't no more! Is there? {Busta Rhymes "So Hardcore" plays out in the background}