woo hah got you all in check remix
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 The Flip Mode is the Squad that controls your set
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
 We on some outta space shit like you watch Star Trek
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
 You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
 Architects gettin money let me cash my check
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
 Busta Rhymes up in the place with the ODB
 Busta Rhymes you rhyme dirty—
 —You rhyme after me
The ODB was nominated for a Grammy
 Congratulations Bust with your solo LP
 Putting scratches in my lyrics like my name was Kid Capri
Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality
 And I'm the Dirty Dawg can't fuck with me
 Took Mariah on a fantasy
 I had a wet dream that I was bonin Jody Wately
Doin wild shit-a-nuh, ain't allowed to see
 But we about to blow up the spot momentarily
Woo-Hah!! Ran stupid all throughout the country
 And for youse to kill me? That wasn't meants to be
 I know it feel good, motherfuckers want the recipe
 And whose the vigilante, in the place to be
 The ODB—
 —Busta Rhymes real quality
 My top priority, is to be the voluntarily
Nigga that rip your ass for free, ha-hah-hah, hah
 Ohh baby I like it rawww, get with me
Baby it's pure ecstasy
 Yo everytime I design a flow, you see in 3D
Flawless victory—
 —Knock a nigguh out, one two three!
Dibby dabby dibbi dah, then I pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad Squad when it comes to the art of rapping
I gotta keep your hands clapping
When you look at me, the type of guy I be
I'm a dirty dancer, making girlies panties move
Let them fly so I can blast up the twat
Girlies watch sayin "God, stop getting me hot!"
 Niggas talk shit, yo kill the yapping
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashing
Now I got your head hurt, you need an aspirin
Bashin your head in the wall, time for some action
If you want a small piece well here's a fraction
Of shit that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction
Of how we keep motherfuckers constantly crashing
They flyest whips, think no shifts, now whose the champion?
I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion
Satisfaction baby keep your camera flashing
 I was busting the sperm cells mixed with Old Gold
Fungus mold, 'fore-you-should-list...slum gold
Played for a wild Irish rose
Fat ass nigga, slim bitch with no clothes
In the backseat of a 'back sixty-nine Oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? Oh my hoes!
Hey believe me when I say so
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