Intro

Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints
Busta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all
Just swing to the left, swing to the right
Make ya feel good, feel alright
One time, feel good yeah y'all
Busta Rhymes in the place y'all
Makin you feel real good y'all
Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all
Verse 1

Buckwild to all of my homies who don't care
Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires
Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones
Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund
Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was born
Never dream I see a homey landscaping my lawn
Dangerous, my homey ish be accurate
Have to get, the flow be so immaculate
Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin my dough, sippin my Moe'
Slippin in slow, them pretty booches sayin hello
Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay
Little honeydip within a little Cariola
I don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin to say
Swear to only give you hot ish everyday
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on
Chorus

This, is, serious
We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous
Verse 2

Hold your breath, we swingin it from right to left
Word to Wyclef, homey ish be hot to death
Stayin Alive, you know only the stronger survive
Holdin my heat, under my seat, whippin my five
Bassline for all of my people movin around
Give me a pound, all of my homies holdin it down
Cuttin you up, the new ish, ruckin you up
Uffin' you up, my black hole, suckin you up
Back in the days, a homey used to be a out
Now a homey holdin several money market accounts
Blaze the street, and then I would just like to announce
Feelin my groove, my jigga jigga makin you bounce
Others is fair, me and my homies breakin the bread
Straight gettin it, we got you homies holdin your head
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on
Chorus

Interlude

One time y'all
Throw your hands real high y'all
Yea, get down y'all
Let me see you all y'all
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all
Nineteen ninety eight y'all
Ha, get down ya'll
Let's have a ball y'all
Verse 3

Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat
Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat
Comin around, all of my homies surround me
So much bottles of liquor, y'all homies'll drown me
Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk
Stay hittin with the ish that blow a hole in ya trunk
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous, come on
Chorus

Outro

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