Busta Rhymes
"Woo-Hah!! Got You All In Check" 12" single
Woo-Hah!! Got You All In Check (the Rashad Remix)
(featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Yah yah yah, yah
Yah yah yah, yah
Yah yah yah, yah
Yah yah yah, yah
[Busta Rhymes (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Chorus:
The Flipmode is the Squad that controls your set
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
(We on some outta state shit like you watch Star Trek
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check)
You better keep my music bangin til 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 first) Yeah, you rhyme after me
The ODB was nominated for a Grammy
(Congratulations Bust with your solo LP)
Puttin scratches in my lyrics like my name was Kid Capri
Blow up the spot regardless of your nationality
(And I'm the Dirt Dog can't fuck with me!)
Took Mariah on a fantasy
(Yo I had a wet dream that I was bonin Jody Watley
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 you's to kill me, that wasn't meants to be)
I know it feel good, muthafuckers want the recipe
(And who's the vigilante in the place to be)
The ODB (Busta Rhymes real quality)
My top priority is to be thee
Voluntarily nigga that rip your ass for free
Ha ha ha ha
Yah yah yah yah
Yah yah yah yah
(Oh baby I like it raw, get with me
Baby it's pure ecstasy)
Yo everytime I design a flow, you see in 3D
Flow listening to me (Knock a nigga out one-two-three)
Chorus
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Dibby dibby dibby dah, let me pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad squad when it comes to the art of rappin
I gotta keep your hands clappin
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 watchin me sayin "God, stop gettin me hot!"
[Busta Rhymes (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Yo, niggas talk shit, yo kill the yappin
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashin
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 muthafuckers constantly crashin
They flyin wips, think no shifts, now whose the champion?
I bring the wicked flow like the latest fashion
Satisfaction, baby keep your camera flashin
(I was bustin the sperm cells mixed with Old Gold
Funkest mode, 'fore you should list, some go
Played for Wild Irish Rose
Fat ass niggas, slim bitch with no clothes
In the backseat of a 'back '69 Oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? Oh my hoes!
Hey believe me when I say so
You need to ride it - C-C-Cr-Cr-Crambole
Chorus
Yah yah yah, yah (12x to fade)
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