Top Songs By Flipmode Squad
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flipmode Squad
Performer
Dave Ellis
Musician
Rasheed Booth
Musician
Busta Rhymes
Rap
Lord Have Mercy
Rap
Rampage
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Franke
Songwriter
Edgar Froese
Songwriter
G. Spivey
Songwriter
H. Baumann
Songwriter
Roger McNair
Songwriter
T. Smith
Songwriter
Wayne Anthony Notise
Songwriter
Busta Rhymes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinny Nicoletti
Recording Engineer
Eduardo Larez
Assistant Engineer
DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.
Executive Producer
Rick Posada
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Busta Rhymes
Mixing Engineer
Andre DeBaurg
Recording Engineer
Rob Burnette
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Flipmode, worry about
Flipmode comin', worry about
Flipmode's here, worry 'bout
Feel no fear, worry 'bout
Uh uh ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah
1998, hot shit
[Verse 2]
Hittin' you up, ****, you don't like this
Yo, crazy me, a **** look shady
Admired a ****, and let me shine, baby
Shine my nickel .380, yo, it's all gravy
Never play me, follow orders you better obey me
Sisco and dance all in the discos
Crib show with a lot of bitches from here to Frisco
Ya yeah, my **** or yippie yai yo
Met a Spanish chick, I think her name is Santiago
The way she blow, I never been blowed before
Beyond a level where I couldn't take it no more
Put it on shorty, then I bounce through the backdoor
She say, hold on, baby come here, blaze it on the floor
Now I finish with that, ****, give me my trap
Stakin' whole lot of money, get me before I finish my rap
Think **** shit don't stink
Drunk crossed eyed ****
Walk crooked, still spilin' ya drink
Jam on
[Verse 3]
Everybody on line outside
Make you feel good, make you come for the ride
Gonna do it my people till you're satisfied
Can't do it like this no matter how much you try
I know you wanna wyl' out, come inside
From the left to the right, let's coincide
All night, Flipmode, come and open wide
Wave your hand up in the air till your hand get tired
[Verse 4]
Now I'm on charge, the party's going down
At the Club Mirage, rampage, I'm still large
Comin' in the door, with my Flipmode Squad
VIP pass, flex on the blast
Honey's in the corner, so I gotta think fast
Play my game right if I want some ass
If I want to spend some cash, Moet all night
Don't look at me wrong, man, your pockets ain't tight
I got a Rolly, that'll shine all night
This is that jam hat make you ballers wanna fight
And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night
Put your bottles in the air, from your left to your right
It's Rampage, you can call me legendary
I drink Alize with a little cranberry
I clear my throat, got the flyest mink coat
I told you before, yo, I'm goin' for broke
Gebose
[Verse 5]
Everybody on line outside
Make you feel good, make you come for the ride
Gonna do it my people till you're satisfied
Can't do it like this no matter how much you try
I know you wanna wyl' out, come inside
From the left to the right, let's coincide
All night, Flipmode, come and open wide
Wave your hand up in the air till your hand get tired
[Verse 6]
Rotate the club, locate the love
Pulsate with the squeeze ass
Double G cans, fatigue shafts
Out your league math, Jeeps crash, dent like bean bags
New York City, rub titty, fuckin' team tag
Not a dollar to lose
****, let me holla at you
Never head wobble with fools
Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
Lullabye, massagin' your crew
Travel at high speeds, no ID
Got on the move, pardon me, dude
Nationwide, thick bass collide
The gritty groove smash fifty two
And levitate your side
Who want it?
Your back weak, runnin' like athletes
Get on it
Huh, blaze the street with no warning
Andale, andale, my people move for the Monterey
Jack cheese, collapse streets, now put the joint away
Put the joint away
[Verse 7]
Everybody on line outside
Make you feel good, make you come for the ride
Gonna do it my people till you're satisfied
Can't do it like this no matter how much you try
I know you wanna wyl' out, come inside
From the left to the right, let's coincide
All night, Flipmode, come and open wide
Wave your hand up in the air till your hand get tired
[Verse 8]
Everybody on line outside
Make you feel good, make you come for the ride
Gonna do it my people till you're satisfied
Can't do it like this no matter how much you try
I know you wanna wyl' out, come inside
From the left to the right, let's coincide
All night, Flipmode, come and open wide
Wave your hand up in the air till your hand get tired
Written by: C. Franke, Edgar Froese, G. Spivey, H. Baumann, Roger McNair, T. Smith, Wayne Anthony Notise