Come Get It Lyrics - Singles - Flipmode Squad

Hurricane's in the house.. 

[lord have mercy] 

Land-lord, up in the house *come get it* 

Rah digga, up in the house *come get it* 

Rampage, up in the house *come get it* 

What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it) 

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah digga 

L: turn the heat up 

Cause we about to creep up *come get it* 

L: it's off the meter 

Plus we tear the street up *come get it* 

R: ladies g'd up, what? 

Don't smoke the weed up *come get it* 

L: what? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it) 

[rah digga] 

Check it, I come in sweeter than la femme nikita 

Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two liter 

The little honey that be doin her she thing 

On some mya shit, like "it's all about me" see? 

I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyrings 

Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed dreams 

I'd be queen if this the 1900's 

Cause niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it 

I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a photo lab 

The spins on your single, won't even top my promo ad 

Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car lots 

Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of hard knocks 

The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch 

So don't make me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*) 

Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money.. 

Oh yeah!! 

Chorus 2x 

[rampage] 

All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to this 

All my rampage niggaz just bounce to this 

All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to this 

All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with this 

Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes 

Catch em outside the shows, time to get the dough 

Up in the studio, smokin the hydro 

Writin the hot shit, you waitin for me to go 

Threw on the ram' bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo 

Bump this in your lex coupe or your expo' 

Flipmode squad, we the ones in them videos 

Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe 

Rampage, professional, just move your feet 

We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats 

Seven days a week and we the squad that don't sleep 

Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what? 

Chorus 2x 

[lord have mercy] 

I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade 

Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays 

International capital, checks cashed in full 

Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for goods 

Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players like 

Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty flow 

Grammar god, swing like gold from panama 

Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like sarah vaughn 

Here we go, here we go -- attitude 

Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton rouge 

Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any album 

Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about son? 

Here it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw 

Who the boss? human torch any fantastic four 

Player, I be a point guard, controllin things 

In the 4th quarter, it's all water like holdin springs 

Chorus 2x 

Dj hurricane in the place baby c'mon 

Flip--mode, up in the spot baby c'mon 

Ram--page, up in the place baby c'mon 

Rah, digga up in the house baby c'mon 

Lord have mercy in the place baby c'mon 

Busta rhymes is in the house baby c'mon 

Whylin out, for the night yeah c'mon 

Hollis crew, represent baby c'mon 

Dj hurricane represent baby c'mon 

All the ladies c'mon, shake it baby c'mon 

All the females c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..