Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Could Take It Outside , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Could Take It Outside |
| I’m a Natural Born Killa that’s Born to Rise |
| Flipmode is da Squad so it’s no surprise |
| Niggas want to advertise about how we get down |
| You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found |
| How you like me now? |
| We got the industry on lock |
| The world is on shock |
| I’m a take a piece of the rock |
| Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park |
| Midnight after dark, I’m the raider of the lost ark (ark echo’s) |
| Now na na na na na na, na na nah |
| Super size, super size, right before your eyes |
| I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies |
| Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies |
| Killing all the tips from studio spies |
| Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye |
| Don’t ask why. |
| Why? |
| What do you ask as a reply? |
| Flipmode’s the Squad don’t rest, don’t try |
| Peace to my people in the friendly sky |
| Peace to my outer space ties |
| I’m in leather like the ladies |
| Bigger than crack in the 80's |
| Drive the buggy I Mercedes |
| Blow up like C-4 |
| Got so much to live for |
| Can’t play the game no more |
| Pick up the cain no more |
| Brothers ain’t the same no more |
| Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for |
| Get yourself caught up |
| Faggot ass tore up |
| In the worst way, the only way you can stop me |
| Is cock your Glock and shot me |
| Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me |
| Cause anyhow I live I’m comin back for you poppy |
| What y’all niggas wanna do? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Ya’ll niggas want something? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| What y’all niggas wanna do? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Ya’ll niggas want something? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah |
| All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines |
| I’m here to bust mine |
| Nigga fragile let his brain fry |
| Pretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye |
| You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic |
| Run up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress |
| My crew expanded, QB is where we landed |
| Yellow strip you crossed it |
| Now I’m forcing you to drink this Sham’s potion |
| Show me were loaded |
| The desert eagle hear it cockin' |
| Lovin my doggies |
| While we shinin' continue flossin |
| (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids |
| Flipmode we are, 'mode we are. |
| Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe |
| Pronto like Cru till I’m Triumphant like Wu |
| The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns |
| I be burnin MC’s like Betty’s grandson |
| Smokin grey poupon boy |
| Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fold like they was futons |
| Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode |
| We get our dick rode a whole shitload |
| What y’all niggas wanna do? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Ya’ll niggas want something? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| What y’all niggas wanna do? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Ya’ll niggas want something? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias |
| That pillage, americana |
| Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas |
| Reminisce the promise |
| Bring drama like Nicaragua |
| Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars |
| And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas |
| Leave cities in carnage |
| Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas |
| Maintain, maintain, maintain |
| I reign like Mussolini’s iron fists |
| Try on this, you can’t see me like vagina lips |
| Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous |
| The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars |
| Yo, you better practice what you preach |
| I got 7 MC’s at 10 G’s a show each |
| Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit |
| Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit |
| Word is bond checkin me out |
| Hey what you talkin about |
| You lost and you walkin about |
| Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out |
| Hey, oh my god, y’all nigga be buggin me out |
| Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out |
| Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out |
| Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about |
| This one’s for my people and my niggas up North |
| The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth |
| Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts |
| My squad comin through, chop off your ear |
| What y’all niggas wanna do? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Ya’ll niggas want something? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| What y’all niggas wanna do? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Ya’ll niggas want something? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| What y’all niggas wanna do? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Ya’ll niggas want something? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| What y’all niggas wanna do? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |
| Ya’ll niggas want something? |
| (Yo we can take it outside) |