Last Night Lyrics - Singles - Flipmode Squad

Comin in the dance last night(uh hum) 

Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) 

Me couldn't find me nine(um hum) 

So me go, pull out me knife(so me say) 

Comin in the dance last night(uh hum) 

Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) 

Me couldn't find me nine(um hum) 

So me go, pull out me knife(so me say) 

A lot of brothers don't like me 

Screw me when the site me 

Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to fight me 

See me on the stage wit Bust on some rap shit 

They see me in the club wit Bust on some lap shit 

Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit 

But now I'm on the world on some autograph shit 

Spliff-a-Spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste 

So if you want war, let me deal with the case 

Ain't nothin to it, brother I got the heart to do it 

Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid 

Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it 

Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash 

On the real, that's how deeply I feel 

A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal 

Got the iced-out platinum rings that you wanna steal 

Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted 

Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it 

So if you ain't doin shit, ya niggas need to dead it 

Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy 

It's all ral here, there ain't no fear here 

You mess around here, you catch ya death here 

I mean it, you could front, but you believe it 

Nigga guard your life before I turn around and steal it 

Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit 

If I can't find you, I take it out on who you be wit 

Type of bitch nigga I would never smoke a tree wit 

Comin in the dance last night(uh hum) 

Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) 

Me couldn't find me nine(um hum) 

So me go, pull out me knife(so me say) 

Comin in the dance last night(uh hum) 

Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) 

Me couldn't find me nine(um hum) 

So me go, pull out me knife(so me say) 

Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust 

Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough 

I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off 

Wack niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth 

Now here's another winnin ripoff 

Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf 

Stay heavily armed, Alakun Salom 

Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms 

Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on 

Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on 

Drink bottles, treat niggas like Gus D'Amoto 

Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white Diablo 

Niggas know my motto, lets get money, Macho Camacho 

Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho 

Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another murder commit 

The episode comin on Teen Summit 

Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick 

Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick 

Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that I love to hate 

Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate 

Time of the year, feel great, clean slate 

Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape 

How they say street niggas 'ill never have 

Now we possess the 5S wit the cherry red Nav 

Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph 

Gettin so much money staff calculate the math 

Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash 

Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash 

You had a blast , now how long you gonna last 

Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass 

Brace yoself one more time, know what I mean dun 

Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one