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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Galt MacDermot
Galt MacDermot
Songwriter:in
T. Smith
T. Smith
Songwriter:in
Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Rick St. Hilaire
Rick St. Hilaire
Mischtechniker:in
Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
Produzent:in
Vinnie Nicoletti
Vinnie Nicoletti
Ingenieurassistent:in

Songteksten

[Intro]
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
[Intro]
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
[Chorus]
When I step up in the place, hey yo, I step correct (Woo hah)
Got you all in check
I got that head nod shit that make you break yo' neck (Woo hah)
I got you all in check
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque (Woo hah)
I got you all in check
Throw yo' hands up in the air, don't ever disrespect (Woo hah)
I got you all in check
[Verse 1]
Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed
Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed
I'm guaranteed to give you what you need
One blood everybody, like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning, yo, I must succeed
Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede
Yo, Willie, make we roll some weed
Mad charged, ****, now I must proceed
Yo, we 'bout to make moves, set speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blows bustin' yo' shit, makin' you bleed
Just feed off dynamic flows and take heed
Need more information, homeboy, then just read
Hey, you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance, man, do the pepper seed
[Chorus]
When I step up in the place, hey yo, I step correct (Woo hah)
I got you all in check
I got that head nod shit that make you break yo' neck (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque (Woo hah)
I got you all in check
Throw yo' hands up in the air and never disrespect (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check
[Verse 2]
How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes?
Top Gun, shut down your firm like Tom Cruise
Please, let me get down and blow a fuse
Actin' fools breakin' shit down to molecules
Yo, let me hit you with my Ill Street Blues
Busta Rhymes always headlines the street news (Woo hah)
Hey, baby girl, don't be confused
Sail my seven seas and enjoy my boat cruise
I know you really want to know who's
Comin' through leavin' blunt stains and residues
Sorry, homeboy, but your flow sounds used
Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules
Whenever I travel the world, I land cruise
If you choose to fuck around, you get bruised
Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels
Give me room, give me some space, yo, excuse
[Chorus]
When I step up in the place, hey yo, I step correct (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check
I got that head nod shit that make you break yo' neck (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check
Throw yo' hands up in the air and never disrespect (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check
[Bridge]
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
You now rockin' with the best
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Busta Rhymes comin' through from the Flipmode Squad
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Boy Scout's who I be
Straight to yo' dome, we comin' straight to yo' dome
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Bringin' all new ruckus to all you rap
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Motherfuckers
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Uh, Boy Scout's who I be, Flipmode is the squidad
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
Busta Rhymes, break it down like this
Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya
[Verse 3]
Yo, which motherfucker stole my flow?
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo
Throw them type of **** right out my window
Blast yo' ass, hit you with a direct blow
Bah, comin' through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars, movin' ill like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine 'cause I got the Hi-Pro glow
You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii Five-0
Macked out with my dreads and my Kangol
Forget the Moët, ****, just pass the Cisco
Yo, take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequencies through yo' stereo
Sorry this is it, but homeboy, I got to go
[Chorus]
So when I step up in the place, hey yo, I step correct (Woo hah)
Got you all in check
I got that head nod shit that make you break yo' neck (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check
Throw yo' hands up in the air and never disrespect (Woo hah)
'Cause I got you all in check, ha
[Outro]
Hey, hey, hey, ho, hey (Got you all in check)
Yo, yo, hey (Flipmode is the squad that's got you all in check)
Yo, ho, hey, ho, hey (Flipmode is the squad that's got you all in check)
Yeah (Flipmode is the squad that's got you all in check)
Oh, hey (Flipmode is the squad, that's got you all in check)
Ya, ya, hey (1995, y'all got you all in check)
Yo, hey, yo, hey
Got you all in check
Written by: Galt MacDermot, Michael Macdermott, R. Smith, T. Smith
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