When Disaster Strikes

Lyrics

[Produced by DJ Scratch] [Intro] Yeah (Ha), good God (Ha) [Chorus] Tra-la-la-la-la (Yeah, for all you motherfuckers) Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (Across the whole entire galaxy!) Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad!) Ooh, ooh-ooh (Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997) Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha) Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (When Disaster Strikes! When Disaster Strikes!) Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness) Ooh, ooh-ooh (Ha) [Verse 1] On and on, return from the future like a centurion All my affiliates, let's stack another million (What up?) While you learn on how the words go to my motherfuckin' song Watch me puts it on, it keeps you open all day long The way we fuck shit up you thinkin' somethin' must be wrong Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gong Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze On Happy Days, I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa My Zimbabwe niggas bangin' my joints up in they Acura Ooh, nigga, you feel the bump from bumper to bumper Drivin' imported five hundreds in foreign license plate numbers Ha, ha, laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers Flip ass niggas over quick like fryin' pan spatulas! Why do you be wastin' your time bein' mad at us? Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous! [Chorus] Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha, yes, yes, y'all!) Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (Flipmode Squad, y'all) Tra-la-la-la-laaa (We reign supreme in 1997!) Ooh, ooh-ooh (When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel) Tra-la-la-la-la (When Disaster Strikes, you will all see) Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la Tra-la-la-la-laaa (When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness) Ooh, ooh-ooh (To the Most High Exalted) [Verse 2] Yo, hehehe Yo, I keeps flow so ridiculous Rhyme, flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist Well, you can try bein' a doctor or bein' a local obstetricianist See, you can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so fuckin' hard towards nothin' This rhymin' shit was never designed for every swollen muffin, yo! I'm sayin', why y'all niggas think that y'all could really see my Squad? And if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God Do it right, and big up my peeps and A-Alikes On alike, repel, especially feel when disaster strikes Extremely delicate like the blowin' out of candlelights The quiet killin' surprises niggas whenever they wanna fight That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aight? We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it, right? You will never ever get no wins inside mi casa We killin' all impostors like we killin' cucarachas Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin' Oscars, rhymin' rosters Eating enough exotic pasta, ha, yo, we keep it movin' for all o' y'all Freak y'all niggas out while I'm makin' y'all niggas fall Disaster will hit ya quick anytime you wanna brawl Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time bein' mad at us? Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous [Chorus] Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha, oh yes, y'all) Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (This situation) Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Has now been brought before your very eyes!) Ooh, ooh-ooh (And as we carry on) Tra-la-la-la-la (Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world!) Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (When disaster strikes, you will all fear!) Tra-la-la-la-laaa (When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness!) Ooh, ooh-ooh (To the Most High Exalted!) [Outro] Ha