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  • Текст песни DJ Clue F/ Flipmode Squad - Whatever You Want



    Busta:
    Uh-uh
    Fears, real fears
    The universal Flipmode Squad
    Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6
    Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti
    Whatever you want, we do whatever you want

    (in the background as Busta speaks)
    Whatever you you want (4x)
    Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x)

    Baby Sham:
    Yo it's time to make these moves
    Me and my Flipmode crew
    Baby Sham spit the hot shit just for you
    Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue
    Q.B.C. and killer kids never obey these rules
    That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
    Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood EXCUSE YOU
    When we perform, bitches stand still like statues
    Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move

    Rah Digga:
    Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
    Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
    I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
    Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
    You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma
    Go tell yo' people I got a shitty karma BRICK CITY
    Home of the crush MC's and my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed
    Peas

    Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy)
    Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
    When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
    We always got the new, always coming through
    Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do

    Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
    When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
    We always got the new, always coming through
    With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew

    Rampage:
    Ramp, I'm still jig
    I'm in the party taking a swig
    I'm rich, yo I gotta think big
    Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star
    Driving foreign cars, open club speed
    Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche
    That all a nigga need
    Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
    All my life I had to scramble WHAT

    Spliff Star:
    I be that thug back in the club
    Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
    Niggaz through the street show me love
    Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now
    Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now
    This here, my year turn millionaire
    If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
    If I got it, Imma flaunt it
    That Brooklyn shit, I'm on it
    Spliff Star, America's nightmare most wanted

    Hook (DJ Clue shout outs)

    Busta Rhymes:
    You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles
    With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls
    Drop like Niagara Falls
    Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats
    Make y'all niggaz BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats
    BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes
    Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats YO
    Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up
    Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up

    Lord Have Mercy:
    Landlord confusing you chumps
    Doing it up off rhymes
    Scarring, shooting up the club
    Like pharmaceutical drugs
    You stupid as fuck, doing 'em up
    Losing your blood
    It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones
    King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)
    Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
    Chatted with Jesus
    Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
    Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm

    Hook (2x)

    DJ Clue:
    DJ CLUE

    Busta Rhymes(talking):
    It only gets better motherfuckers
    Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati
    Do whatever the fuck y'all wanna do