Текст песни Last Night - Flipmode Squad
Comin
in
the
dance
last
night(uh
hum)
Busta
boy
fear
last
night(uh
oh)
Me
couldn't
find
me
nine(um
hum)
So
me
go,
pull
out
me
knife(so
me
say)
\Comin
in
the
dance
last
night(uh
hum)
Busta
boy
fear
last
night(uh
oh)
Me
couldn't
find
me
nine(um
hum)
So
me
go,
pull
out
me
knife(so
me
say)
A
lot
of
brothers
don't
like
me
Screw
me
when
the
site
me
Pop
a
lot
of
shit,
but
they
scared
to
death
to
fight
me
See
me
on
the
stage
wit
Bust
on
some
rap
shit
They
see
me
in
the
club
wit
Bust
on
some
lap
shit
Befrore
this
rap
shit,
it
was
the
corner
crack
shit
But
now
I'm
on
the
world
on
some
autograph
shit
Spliff-a-Spliff
drop
the
4 5th
round
the
waiste
So
if
you
want
war,
let
me
deal
with
the
case
Ain't
nothin
to
it,
brother
I
got
the
heart
to
do
it
Blast
in,
cover
the
sidewalk
wit
ya
fluid
Ya
niggas
stupid,
ya
got
brains,
brother
use
it
Ain't
nithin
gonna
stop
my
black
ass,
from
gettin
cash
On
the
real,
that's
how
deeply
I
feel
A
born
again
hooligan,
hungry
for
this
meal
Got
the
iced-out
platinum
rings
that
you
wanna
steal
Come
get
it,
watch
ya
whole
shit
get
wetted
Street
colonel
cat,
got
enough
cats
to
set
it
So
if
you
ain't
doin
shit,
ya
niggas
need
to
dead
it
Watchin
my
money,
it
cost
bullets
in
ya
tummy
It's
all
ral
here,
there
ain't
no
fear
here
You
mess
around
here,
you
catch
ya
death
here
I
mean
it,
you
could
front,
but
you
believe
it
Nigga
guard
your
life
before
I
turn
around
and
steal
it
Look
into
my
eyes
and
analyze
what
you
deal
wit
If
I
can't
find
you,
I
take
it
out
on
who
you
be
wit
Type
of
bitch
nigga
I
would
never
smoke
a
tree
wit
Comin
in
the
dance
last
night(uh
hum)
Busta
boy
fear
last
night(uh
oh)
Me
couldn't
find
me
nine(um
hum)
So
me
go,
pull
out
me
knife(so
me
say)
\Comin
in
the
dance
last
night(uh
hum)
Busta
boy
fear
last
night(uh
oh)
Me
couldn't
find
me
nine(um
hum)
So
me
go,
pull
out
me
knife(so
me
say)
Nowadays
we
blow
like
smoke
out
the
exhaust
Contamenatin
smoke
still
makin
me
cough
I
mean
we
bout
to
turn
this
wak
shit
off
Wack
niggas
is
sick
wit
the
flu
sippin
chicken
broth
Now
here's
another
winnin
ripoff
Gettin
money,
eatin
fine
cuisine
like
buttered
shrimp
and
rice
pilaf
Stay
heavily
armed,
Alakun
Salom
Watch
you
bitch
ass
suffer
til
you
got
to
beg
for
ya
moms
Now
turn
the
truck
on,
get
ya
fuck
on,
got
you
stuck
on
Stupid
right
between
yo
legs,
get
yo
suck
on
Drink
bottles,
treat
niggas
like
Gus
D'Amoto
Eat
avacado,
soon
to
go
purchase
a
white
Diablo
Niggas
know
my
motto,
lets
get
money,
Macho
Camacho
Applaud
another
rapper,
lets
go
collect
the
nacho
Oh
shit,
hope
you
don't
slip,
another
murder
commit
The
episode
comin
on
Teen
Summit
Little
corny
nigga
talk
too
quick,
think
he
slick
Throwin
a
brick,
yappin
off,
lyin
on
his
dick
Too
late,
you'll
be
the
type
o'
nigga
that
I
love
to
hate
Brutally
bust
ya
shit
like
a
nigga
turned
primate
Time
of
the
year,
feel
great,
clean
slate
Throw
a
nickle
plate,
property
shoppin
to
but
a
landscape
How
they
say
street
niggas
'ill
never
have
Now
we
possess
the
5S
wit
the
cherry
red
Nav
Doin
things
like
signin
graffiti
on
autograph
Gettin
so
much
money
staff
calculate
the
math
Laugh
you
know
the
half,
eyin
in
the
stash
Mediatin
watch
the
wind
blow
the
blunt
ash
You
had
a
blast,
now
how
long
you
gonna
last
Ice
grillin
for
nothing,
you
make
yoself
ass
Brace
yoself
one
more
time,
know
what
I
mean
dun
Violate
cross
the
foul
line,
it
be
yo
last
one
Comin
in
the
dance
last
night(uh
hum)
Busta
boy
fear
last
night(uh
oh)
Me
couldn't
find
me
nine(um
hum)
So
me
go,
pull
out
me
knife(so
me
say)
Comin
in
the
dance
last
night(uh
hum)
Busta
boy
fear
last
night(uh
oh)
Me
couldn't
find
me
nine(um
hum)
So
me
go,
pull
out
me
knife(so
me
say)
Альбом
The Imperial
1 To My People
2 Settin' It Off
3 Run for Cover
4 I Got Your Back
5 This Is What Happens
6 Everybody on the Line Outside
7 Last Night
8 Where You Think You Goin'
9 We Got U Opin, Part 2 (feat. Buckshot)
10 Straight Spittin'
11 Money Talks
12 Cha Cha Cha
13 Hit Em Wit Da Heat
14 Do for Self
15 Everything
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