Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Disaster Strikes, artist - Busta Rhymes.
Date of issue: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When Disaster Strikes |
(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la |
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) |
Yeah, for all you motherfuckers, across the whole entire galaxy |
Busta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad |
Back at y’all motherfuckers in 1997 |
(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la |
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) |
Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes |
Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness, ha |
On and on, return from the future like a centurion |
All my affiliates, .et's stack another mil-li-on |
While you learn on how the words go to my motherfuckin' song Watch me puts it on |
It keeps you open all day long |
(The way we fuck shit up you thinkin' something must be wrong) |
Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gong |
Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze |
On happy days, I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz |
So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa |
My Zimbabwe niggas bangin' my joints up in they Acura |
Ooh, nigga, you feel the bump from bumper to bumper |
Drivin' imported five hundreds in foreign license plate numbers |
Ha-ha, laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers |
Flip ass niggas over quick like frying pan spatulas |
(Why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?) |
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous |
(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la |
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) |
Yes, yes, y’all, Flipmode Squad y’all |
We reign supreme in 1997 |
When disaster strikes, you will all feel |
(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la |
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) |
When disaster strikes, you will all see |
When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness |
To the Most High Exalted |
Yo, I keeps flows so ridiculous |
Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice |
Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist |
Well, you can try being a doctor or being a local obstetricianist |
See, you can be somethin' |
Quit tryin to work so fuckin' hard towards nothin |
This rhyme shit was never de signed for every swollen muffin |
Yo, I’m singin'… |
Why y’all niggas think that y’all could really see my Squad? |
And if we hit you hard, that’s when you feel the power of the God |
Do it right, and big up my peeps and A-Alikes |
On alike, repel, especially feel when disaster strikes |
Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candlelights |
The quiet killing surprises niggas whenever they wanna fight |
That type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight, a’ight? |
We keepin' it tight, y’all niggas don’t want it right? |
You will never ever get no wins inside mi casa |
We killin' all impostors like we killin' cucarachas |
Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin' Oscars |
Rhymin' Rastasg eating enough exotic pasta, ha, yo |
(We keep it movin' for all of y’all) |
Freak y’all niggas out while I’m makin' y’all niggas fall |
Disaster will hit ya quick anytime you wanna brawl |
Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall |
So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us? |
Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous |
(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la |
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) |
Ha, oh yes, y’all |
This situation has now been brought before your very eyes |
And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world |
(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la |
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) |
When disaster strikes, you will all fear |
When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness |
To the Most High Exalted, ha |