Flipmode Squad lyrics
Flipmode Squad lyrics
"Cha Cha Cha lyrics"
De Uitverkoop lyrics
Het kan me niet verotten wat je denkt of wat je doet, je kan niet met ons spotten, rot op ik bel je hood. De ondergrond, Amsterdams verbond, mijn mond is de bom, de microfoon de lont. Want ik ben het zatter dan zat van dat gejat van hardcore in het commerciele gangpad. Sterk, staat de Posse met de stier, ik ga je wat vertellen van de Osdorp Vier. King, maakt het voor de bitches wat leuker. Ijsblok boy(?), de publieksopneuker. Def P.,
Het kan me niet verotten wat je denkt of wat je doet, je kan niet met ons spotten, rot op ik bel je hood. De ondergrond, Amsterdams verbond, mijn mond is de bom, de microfoon de lont. Want ik ben het zatter dan zat van dat gejat van hardcore in het commerciele gangpad. Sterk, staat de Posse met de stier, ik ga je wat vertellen van de Osdorp Vier. King, maakt het voor de bitches wat leuker. Ijsblok boy(?), de publieksopneuker. Def P.,
(Intro / Spliff Star): Hah... Rah Digga... Spliff Star... Flipmode... In ya face nigga... You wanna battle nigga... (Spliff Star): Yo, Yo, Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright Sodomize the mic Get the crowd hype Make 'em want to fight You see the rhymes I construct The flows I conduct It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked Nigga word! I lays it down flat like a door mat Get head in every state wherever I toured at Spliff ah spliff Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed Counting traps Taking trip out the cacilac Smokin' quan-quan Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon Cracking many bar Fuck it Nigga grab an Averon Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion Fuck what niggas think Watch a nigga turn platinum (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggasIf Loving God Was A Crime lyricswanna battle Just what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Rah Digga): Digga, Digga First name Rahshea Sweetest person had no idea Just like that honey flipped three times With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon Situation around the way with my women Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen Totin' herbals We got papers like staples Marla Marples Didn't think I could take you Confrontation now niggas wanna run up Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt Roll they ass out like they parapilegic Boy! I got shit for the brain You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname I shatter an ego quick I be that chick The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit (Chorus / B
If loving God was a crime, I'd be an outlaw I would join the fight, they could not shut me down I would stand tall for what I knew was right. Would you stand with me for the world to see When all is on the line Would you be ashamed of Jesus' name If loving God was a crime The schoolroom, I hear, teaches choices To kids who cannot pray And the unborn, I fear, they have no voice In politics today Take a look around. What will tomarrowVeadtuck lyricsusta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Baby Sham): Get the royal blue nab and swing my way On some real party shit if you hold your way I can hold mine You wanna battle blow some lines Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist You want this Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits You can't hold this You jealous cause ya shorty want this Dig her back out in front of my crib Her man staked out On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth What you chap 'bout, the same shit Been on for chris The style got you twist up Walk wit face ice grilled up Some cat pu
In the servitude massWhere the goat cloak runs long and blackBehind the black eyesLet us ride the winds of bloodRedeemer lyricslled up in a black surburb Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen I'm short for reason You spoke and should have passed that Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Let's, what ya'll wannna do Na cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Outro / Busta Rhymes): Yeah... Rah Digga... Sliff Star... Baby Sham... Flipmode Squad nigga... Fuck is the deal... '98 shit... '99 shit... 2000 shit... 2001 shit... 2002 shit... Eternal shit motherfucker... Stay tuned...
At night stars of eternity show me the wayAnd I bow to dreams of dusk and eternal fireI will travel through eternal skyTo my kingdom, where dead danceAnd silence moves, plays my symphonyMy melancholy Taste of blood in steelMy way to silence, step to deathAnd blood I will giveTo my master eternal sleep No eden I shall to goNo to promised paradiseOnly darkness and duskThe path of freedomMy way to make m