Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song When Disaster Strikes , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 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 |