Everybody on the Line Outside

Lyrics

[Produced by DJ Scratch] [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Hmm-hmm, hmm Mhm-mhm, mhm Mhm-mhm, mhm Flipmode, word bond Flipmode comin', word bond Flipmode's here, word bond Feel no fear, word bond Uh-uh-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah 1998, hot shit (Ah) Hittin' you off, niggas, you don't (Huh) like this (Ha!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Yo, crazy, maybe a nigga look shady (Shady) Admire the nigga and let me shine, baby (Baby) Shine my nickel 380, yo, it's all gravy (Hah) Never play me (Hah), follow orders, you better obey me ('Bey me) (Huh!) Sisco and dance all in the discos (Hah) Crib show with a lot of bitches from here to Frisco (Yo) Yah-yay, my nigga, or yippe-ya-yo Met a spanish chick, I think (Hah) her name is Santiago (Go) The way she blow I never been blowed before ('Fore) Beyond a level where I couldn't take it no mo' Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor She said "Hold on (Hold on), baby (Hah), come here, blaze it on the floor (Floor)" Now I finish with that, nigga, give me my trap (Hah!) Staking whole lot of money (Huh), get me before I finish my rap (Hah!) Think nigga (Hah), shit don't stink (Hah) Drunk crossed eyed nigga walk crooked still spillin' your drink, and jam on! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Everybody on the line outside (Ohh, hahahaha) Make you feel good, make you come for the ride (Hah) Gon' do it to my people 'til you're satisfied (Huh!) Can't do it (Hah) like this no matter how much you try (Hah) I know you want to wild out, come inside From the left (Huh!) to the right, let's coincide (Hah) All night, Flipmode comin' open wide Wave your hand up in the air 'til your hand get tired (Hah) [Verse 2: Rampage] Now I'm on charge The party's goin' down at the club mirage, Rampage, I'm still large (Large) Comin' in the door with my Flipmode Squad (Squad) VIP pass (Pass), flex on the blast (Uh) Honey's in the corner, yo, I gotta think fast Play my (Uh) game right if I want some ass If I want to (Uh) spend some cash, moet all night (Night) Don't look at me wrong, man, your pockets ain't tight I got a Rollie (Uh), that'll shine all night (Night) This is that jam that make you ballers wan' fight (Fight) And all you pretty ladies (Uh) just wild for the night Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right It's Rampage (Uh), you can call me legendary ('Dary) I drink alize with a little cranberry I clear my throat (Huh), got the flyest mink coat (Coat) I told you before, yo, I'm goin' for broke (Huh), G-notes [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Everybody on the line outside (Hoo) Make you feel good, make you come for the ride (Hah) Gon' do it (Hah) to my people 'til you're satisfied (Huh) Can't do it like this no matter how much you try (Hah) I know you want to wild out, come inside (Hah, hah) From the left to the right, let's coincide (Huh) All night Flipmode comin' open wide Wave your hand up in the air 'til yo' hand get tired (Hah) [Verse 3: Lord Have Mercy & Busta Rhymes] Rotate the club, locate the love, pulsate with us Squeeze ass, double-G cats, fatigue staff Out your league math, Jeeps crash dent like bean bags New York City, rough titty-fuckin', team tag Not a dollar to lose, nigga, let me holler at you Never head wobble with fool Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon, lullaby Massagin' your crew, travel at high speeds, no ID Got on the move, pardon me, duke Nationwide thick base collide, the gritty groove Smash fifty-two and levitate yo' side (Who want it?) Your back weak running like athletes (Get on it!) Huh, blaze the streets with no warnin' Ándale, ándale, my people move for the montary Jack cheese, collapse streets, now put the John away Put the John away (Hah!), put the John away [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Everybody on the line outside (Hah) Make you feel good, make you come for the ride (Huh, hah) Gon' do it to my people 'til you're satisfied Can't do it (Hah) like this no matter how much you try (Hah) I know you want to wild out, come inside (Huh) From the left to the right, let's coincide (Hah) All night Flipmode comin' open wide Wave your hand up (Hah) in the air 'til yo' hand get tired (Hah) Everybody on the line outside (Hah) Make you feel good, make you come for the ride Gon' do it to my people 'til you're satisfied (Huh, hah) Can't do it like this no matter how much you try (Hah) I know you want to wild out, come inside (Huh) From the left to the right, let's coincide All night (Hah) Flipmode comin' open wide (Hah) Wave your hand up in the air 'til yo' hand get tired (Hah!) [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, Flipmode Raw deluxe hot shit 1998 (Flipmode), 1999 (Flipmode, baby) Year 2000 shit (Flipmode, Flipmode, baby) Fuck the world, Lord Have Mercy (Flipmode, Flipmode) Fuck the world, Rampage the last nigga (Flipmode, baby) Fuck the world, Busta Rhymes the lyrical (Flipmode, Flipmode, baby) Fuck the world, baby, it's Busta Rhymes (Flipmode, Flipmode, baby) [Skit: Baby Sham, Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga & Spliff Star]