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| 1. |
| 5:34 | 
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Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit 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 can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas 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 One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll 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 niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit 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 |
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| 2. |
| 8:52 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:29 |
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What's up man! Hey yo what's up!
Yeah what's goin' on here. Sick an' tired of five-oh runnin' up on the block here. You know what I'm sayin'? Yo Snow, they came around here lookin' for you the other day. Word? Word! Bust it! CHORUS Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon no said my Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down. Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon no said my Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down. Police them come an' now they blow down me door, One him come crawl through, through my window, So then they put me in the back the car at the station, From that point on me reach my destination, When the destination reached, it was the east detention, where them Whipped down me pants, looked up me bottom, so CHORUS Bigger they are they think they have more power, They're on the phone me say that on (every) hour, Me for want to use it once an' now me call me lover, Lover who I'll be callin is the one Tammy, an' me love her in me heart down to my belly, Yes me Daddy me Snow me I feel cool an' deadly, As the one MC Shan an' the one Daddy Snow, Together we-a love'em as a Tor-Na-Do. CHORUS Listen for me, you better listen for me now. Listen for me, you better listen for me now. When me rockin' the microphone me rock it steady, Yes sir, Daddy me Snow me are the article done. But in the in an' the out of a dance them they say where you come from, People them say you come from Jamaica, But me born an' raised in the ghetto that's the one I want you to know, Pure black people mon that's all I mon know. Yeah me shoes are tear up an' me toes used to show, Where me born in on the one Toronto, so CHORUS Come with a nice young lady. Intelligent, Yes she's gentle an' irie. Everywhere me go, me never left her at all. Yes, its Daddy Snow me are the roam dance mon. Roam between a dancin' in a in a nation-a. You never know say Daddy me Snow me are the Boom Shakata. Me never lay-a down flat in that one cardboard box. Yes say me Daddy me Snow me I'll go reachin' at the top, so... CHORUS Why would he? Me sittin' 'round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl, Police knock my door, Lick up my pal, Rough me up an' I can't do a thing Pick up my line, when my telephone ring. Take me to the station, Black up my hands. Trail me down, 'cuz I'm hangin' with the Snowman, What I'm gonna do, I'm backed an' I'm trapped, Slap me in the face an' took all o' my gap. They have no clues an' they wanna get warmer, But Shan won't turn Informer! CHORUS |
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| 4. |
| 3:05 |
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My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't phase me Coroless phone,eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher Got a girl who lives in Paris When I want her I beep her Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls 1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it But pimpin' ain't easy But somebody gotta do it My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash No more room in my diamond stash Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task Gold knobs on my benzo dash Five freaks just to comb my hair Monograms on my underwear Bodyguards around so please don't dare You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare Livin' my life is just so hard to do Makin' deals a million one or two Buyin' new cars for my entire crew Matching Ferraris,E's black,mine's blue Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long Could never go broke because my banks too strong No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong And I'll make money,I don't need this damn song But somebody's gotta do it When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed So tired of sailin' on my boat I might just Helicopter To my jet and catch a midnight flight So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run And there ain't nothin' in the word That me an "E" ain't done But somedody gotta do it |
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| 5. |
| 4:12 |
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My mellow Latee was kicking flavor
The R.E. posse said "Yo Latifah we can do this" So I paused in the thought and in my brillance I caught And I agreed because I already knew this Now you should want to flex, cause I'm in full effect Queen Latifah is five-oh on this set You've been begging and dying for somebody's rhyming to set you free For God so loved the world he gave to me I'm coolin teaching those needing schoolin The mic, this mic in my hand, I'm rulin So prepare your mind for my lifeline And meet the new Queen of Royal Badness Latifah has the spirit so head for the water And dive into the wrath of my madness (Latifah: rasta chorus) Cost of living getting higher cause them to rhyme our way Queen Latifah getting higher cause her to rhyme our way Some MC's have gold and African vein And using each other to compete with Their subjects I pity because their rhymes are not witty like mine To write a rhyme so delicious you can eat it There are those who like my taste, but don't consider biting There's penalties for those who don't do writing, just be reciting Everyone else's word that took a lot of thinking It's not my fault your thoughts are shrinking while mine are growing, yes you know like all the woman inside of me Despite what you do or say, and even in spite of me Brothers, catch my eye with little hijinks like eye winks Dying to have a lover of my likeness So release all your shyness, call me "Your highness" And dare to feel the wrath of my madness (Latifah: rasta chorus) Cost of living getting higher cause them to rhyme our way Queen Latifah getting higher cause her to rhyme our way Word of mouth is always everlasting And everlasting are the words that I bring The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey And music is made by Mark the 45 King You tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bass The voice is too vicious, the same as the pace The crowds, they love me, they give only hugs The shrinked-to-fit buttonflies fit quite snug As a bug, you know why? Because I'm bugging Of the beats that DJ Mark is loving So plex on the sounds that I'm pumping I'm jumping with the energy to turn your mind to gladness Come on, just get into it, don't lie and say you've been through it Feel the wrath of my madness (More rasta singing) I scene is mine cause I took it I took it for the money and I took it for the fun Don't step up in my face, you don't want to feel the taste Don't try and play me out, cause I am not the one Brothers on my brastrap, sisters clocking my sound, why? Because they want to be down with the Queen L-A-T-I-F-A-H in command I supply the concept for you to understand For those who want to bite, don't make me have to fuss The only thing you get is the gluteous maximus Suckers on the tip, you're loving me, you're leaving me You wish that one day you could have this Come on, you know the time, just be thankful for the rhyme And get up on the wrath of my madness (Extended ragga outro) |
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