Flipmode Squad - Everybody on the Line Outside lyrics

Mhm mhm mhm, mhm
Mhm mhm, mhm flipmode, word bond
Flipmode coming, word bond
Flipmode's here, word bond
Feel no fear, word bond uh uh uh, uh uh
Uh uh uh, uh uh 1998, hot shit (Uh)
Hittin' you off, niggas, you don't like this
(Ha)

Yo, crazy, maybe a nigga look shady (Shady)
Admire the nigga and let me shine, baby
(Baby)
Shine my nickel 380, yo, it's all gravy (Ha)
Never play me (Ha) , follow orders
You better obey me (bey me)
Sisco and dance all in the discos (Ha)
Crib show with a lot of
Bitches from here to Frisco (Yo)
Yah yay, my nigga or yippe ya yo
Met a spanish chick, I think
(Ha) her name is Santiago (Go)


The way she blow I never been blowed before
('fore) beyond a level where I couldn't
Take it no mo' put it on shorty then I
Bounce through the backdoor
She said "Hold on
(Hold on) , baby, come here
Blaze it on the floor (Floor) "
Now I finish with that, nigga
Give me my trap (Ha)
Staking whole lot of money
(Ho) , get me before I finish my rap (Ha)
Think nigga, shit don't stink (Ha)
Drunk crossed eyed nigga walk crooked
Still spillin' your drink, and jam on!

Everybody's on the line outside
(Ohh, hahahaha) make you feel good
Make you come for the ride (Ha)
Gonna do it to my
People 'til you're satisfied (Huh)
Can't do it like this no
Matter how much you try (Ha)
I know you want to wild out come inside
From the left
(Ohh) to the right let's coincide
All night Flipmode comin' open wide
Wave your hand up in the air
'til your hand get tired

Now I'm on charge the party's goin' down at
The club mirage, Rampage, i'm still large
(Large) comin' through the door with
My Flipmode Squad (Squad)
VIP pass (Pass) , flex on the blast (Uhh)
Honey's in the corner, yo, I gotta think fast
Play my (Uh) game right if I want some ass
If I want to
(Uh) spend some cash, moet all night (Night)
Don't look at me wrong, man
Your pokets ain't tight i got a Rollie
(Uhh) that'll shine all night (Night)
This is that jam that make
You ballers want' fight (Fight)
And all you pretty ladies
(Uh) just wild for the night
Put your bottles in the air from
Your left to your right it's Rampage
(Uh) , you can call me legendary (dary)
I drink alize with a little cranberry
I clear my throat
(Uh) , got the flyest mink coat (Coat)
I told you before, yo, I'm goin' for broke
(Ha) , G notes

Everybody's on the line outside (Hoo)
Make you feel good
Make you come for the ride (Ha)
Gonna do it to my
People 'til you're satisfied (Hoo)
Can't do it like this no
Matter how much you try (Ha)
I know you want to wild out come inside
(Ha, ha)
From the left to the right let's coincide
(Hoo) all night Flipmode comin' open wide
Wave your hand up in the air
'til your hand get tired

Rotate the club, locate the love
Pulsate with us
Squeeze ass, double-G cats, fatigue shafts
Out your league math
Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
New York City, rough titty-fuckin' team tag
Not a dollar to lose, nigga
Let me holler at you
Never head wobble with fool
Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
Lullaby
Massagin' your crew, travel at high speeds
No ID got on the move, pardon me, duke
Nationwide thick base collide
The gritty groove
Smash fifty-two and levitate your side
Who want it? Your back
Weak running like athletes get on it! Huh
Blaze the streets with no warning
Ándale, ándale
My people move for the montary
Jack cheese, collapse streets
Now put the John away
Put the John away (Ha) , put the John away

Everybody's on the line outside (Ha)
Make you feel good
Make you come for the ride (Hoo, ha)
Gonna do it to my
People 'til you're satisfied can't do it
(Ha) like this no matter how
Much you try (Ha)
I know you want to wild out come inside (Hoo)
From the left to the right let's coincide
(Ha) all night Flipmode comin' open wide
Wave your hand up
(Ha) in the air 'til your hand get tired (ha)
Everybody's on the line outside (Ha)
Make you feel good
Make you come for the ride gonna do it to my
People 'til you're satisfied (Hoo, ha)
Can't do it like this no
Matter how much you try (Ha)
I know you want to wild out come inside (Huh)
From the left to the right let's coincide
All night (Ha) Flipmode comin' open wide (Ha)
Wave your hand up in the air
'til your hand get tired (Ha)

Yeah, Flipmode raw deluxe hot shit
1998 (Flipmode) , 1999 (Flipmode, baby)
Year 2000 shit (Flipmode, Flipmode, baby)
Fuck the world, Lord Have Mercy
(Flipmode, Flipmode)
Fuck the world, Rampage the last nigga
(Flipmode, baby)
Fuck the world, Busta Rhymes the lyrical
(Flipmode, Flipmode, baby)
Fuck the world, baby, it's Busta Rhymes
(Flipmode, Flipmode, baby)