Listen to Everybody On the Line Outside by Flipmode Squad

Everybody On the Line Outside

Flipmode Squad

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Flipmode Squad ‎- Everybody On The Line Outside (Long Version) (Official Video) [Explicit]

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Flipmode Squad

Performer

Dave Ellis

Musician

Rasheed Booth

Musician

Busta Rhymes

Rap

Lord Have Mercy

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

Wayne Anthony Notise

Songwriter

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Arranger

Busta Rhymes

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment

Executive Producer

Vinny Nicoletti

Vinny Nicoletti

Recording Engineer

Eduardo Larez

Assistant Engineer

DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.

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

DJ Scratch

Executive Producer

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

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