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We Could Take It Outside Lyrics

from When Disaster Strikes

"We Could Take It Outside" is track #9 on the album When Disaster Strikes. It was written by Legrand, Michel / Bergman, Alan / Bergman, Marilyn / Delaney, Cleveland / Lewis, William / Jones, Leroy / Mc Nair, Roger / Smith, Trevor / Spivey, George L / Notise, Wayne / Fisher, Rashia.
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"We Could Take It Outside" is track #9 on the album When Disaster Strikes. It was written by Legrand, Michel / Bergman, Alan / Bergman, Marilyn / Delaney, Cleveland / Lewis, William / Jones, Leroy / Mc Nair, Roger / Smith, Trevor / Spivey, George L / Notise, Wayne / Fisher, Rashia.
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Yeah, you look grosser
Flipmode
You didn't do it again
Yes I did

I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise
Flipmode is the squad, so it's no surprise
Niggas want to advertise about how we get down
You fuck around, leave your body in the lost and found
How you like me now?
We got the industry on lock
The world is on shock
I'm a take a piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark
Na na na na na na, na na nah

Super size, super size, right before your eyes
I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
Killing all the tips from studio spies
Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
Don't ask why, we'll take your ass into paradise
Flipmode's the squad, don't rest, don't try
Peace to my people in the friendly sky
Peace to my outer space ties

I'm in leather like the ladies
Bigger than the crack in the 80's
[Incomprehensible] the buggy I Mercedes
Blow up like C-4
Got so much to live for
Can't play the game no more
Pick up the cain no more

Brothers ain't the same no more
Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for
Get yourself caught up, fagot ass tore up
In the worst way, the only way you can stop me
Is cock your glock and shot me
Drop me, pop me, make sure that you got me
'Cause anyhow I live, I'm comin' back for you Poppy

What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside

Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah
All my flipmode in the backseats with the chrome nods
I'm here to bust mine nigga frat child, let his brain fry
Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye
You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic

Run up in your crib, it's now you heat me from the mattress
My crew expanded, QB is where we landed
Yellow strip, you crossed it
Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion
Show me we're loaded
The Desert Eagle hear it cockin'
Lovin' my doggie
While we shinin', continue flossin'

Why steppin' on toes, I crush the whole shoe
Pronto like Cru till I'm triumphant like Wu
The shit you talkin' crazy like niggas turnin' in their hand guns
I be burnin' MC's like Betty grandson
They smokin grey poupon boy
Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons
All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode
We get our dick rode a whole shitload

What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside

We the official GU-rilla to lead the militias
Stack peelin', Americana
Spit sentences like one of missy wannas
Reminisce the promise
They bring drama like Nicaragua
Fatigues march, army leaders
They count crooked drug dollars
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of Llamas

Leave cities in carnage
Prettiest farmers that pour whisky
At harvest and hold 16 Guananas
Maintain, maintain, maintain
I pray like Gussalini Zion fists
Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips
Smugglin' diamond chips, bubblin' anonymous
The dominant will resource
And count me script crews and world wars

Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MCs
And 10 Gs, I'll show each
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
Word is Bond checkin' me out
Hey what you talkin' about?
You lost and walkin' about
Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin' it out

Hey, oh my God, y'all nigga be buggin' me out
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin' me out
Now I zoom in on you, my niggas start stalkin' you out
Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin' about
This one's for my people and my niggas up north
The ruler shit dynasty but flipmode finally come forth
Exports and imports hittin' you with flavors of all sorts
My squad comin' through, chop off your ear

What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside

What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside

Songwriters
Legrand, Michel / Bergman, Alan / Bergman, Marilyn / Delaney, Cleveland / Lewis, William / Jones, Leroy / Mc Nair, Roger / Smith, Trevor / Spivey, George L / Notise, Wayne / Fisher, Rashia

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