Wild for da Night Songtext
von Rampage feat. Busta Rhymes
Wild for da Night Songtext
[Rampage]
It′s Atiya, Richard of Flatbush.
Speak up.
The word on the street is the Rampage return,
Uh.
[Busta]
Hah, one time, two times, three times, (no doubt,) four times.
All my real live soldiers, throw your hands up.
All my real live women, throw your hands up.
All my real strong bustas, throw your hands up.
All my real live players, throw your hands up.
Hah!
[Rampage]
Check it out, like this y'all.
The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber, that can′t rest,
Love success, I'm gettin' money progress.
Travellin′ for free, from state to state;
That′s how I get my idea to create.
I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it′s been Fubu.
I make Def Jams like Rick Rubin.
I stay on my tippy-toes, wreckin' shows, I′m too slow.
You can't peep my ill flow in this burning zone.
Keep low, like an Eskimo.
Askin′ people, still carry my flow, open the do'.
It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore,
Givin′ you more, and more.
I just came home from tour.
It′s my time to burn, to explore.
I'm comin′ through the floor with Low X.
I'm fully gassed to the max, movin′ stacks, no fakin' jacks.
I′m the baddest man on the wax.
Messin' around with my Squad, you get taxed.
Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can′t relax.
Breakin′ backs with my NFL Quarterbacks.
Flipmode deep, we bring good things to light.
Put down your gun, and light.
I'm in it to win it,
Plus I′m wildin' for da night.
[Busta]
All my muthafuckas in the place to be,
You feel right, throw your hands up.
We gettin′ wild for da night!
Niggas in the place, if you want to fight,
Serious, let's get busy ′cause we...
Wild for da night!
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night!
Niggas in New York gettin'
Wild for da night!
My niggas in the west gettin′
Wild for da night!
People in the world gettin′
Wild for da night!
My niggas uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place,
If you feel right, we gettin'
Wild for da night!
Throw your hands up, you gettin′
Wild for da night!
Niggas 'cross the land gettin′
Wild for da night!
My niggas downtown, we gettin'
Wild for da night!
[Rampage]
Uh, yo, I′m top billin', makin' a killin′,
Flip a script like Terri McMillan.
I can′t help the way I'm feelin...
Caps is fillin′, drugs is dealin',
My thug niggas keep illin′.
Rampage is higher than the ceiling.
Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville, and
I′m ready and willing, I'm playin lock and chase.
You can get my black race.
Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin′ cash like Chase.
You about to get laced, fifteen across your face.
You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time.
You didn′t use your third vision mind, you sippin' wine.
Your vision is blind, no you can′t see the victory.
You in the street, it's gettin deep.
You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you′re the black sheep.
You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot. (Bang!)
It′s gettin' hot, now you back around the way
With the same clothes, plus your bum hos, that you chose;
They gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out,
Who you hang wit', now you gotta get your dome split.
You wildin′ for da night.
[Busta]
All my muthafuckas from across the land,
We feelin′ right, 'cause you know we gettin′
Wild for da night!
All my niggas across the sea, and the earth,
Yo, you know we comin' through, we gettin′
Wild for da night!
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night!
My outta state niggas gettin′
Wild for da night!
My cross country niggas gettin'
Wild for da night!
You know we gettin'
Wild for da night!
You know we gettin′
Wild for da night!
Throw your hands in the air if you want to fight,
Feel right, ′cause you know we gettin'
Wild for da night!
Yes, I′m gettin' down in the place to be,
Flipmode squad, yo, we gettin′
Wild for da night!
My Rampage nigga gettin'
Wild for da night!
All of my real live niggas gettin′
Wild for da night!
My sexy ass bitches gettin'
Wild for da night!
All my people across the land and sea,
Feel right, 'cause you know we gettin′
Wild for da night!
Throw up your fist and feel right, ′cause it's time to fight,
Muthafucka, we gettin′
Wild for da night!
War time niggas gettin'
Wild for da night!
Freaky muthafuckas gettin′
Wild for da night!
All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air
Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'
Wild for da night!
My Flipmode niggas gettin′
Wild for da night!
It′s Atiya, Richard of Flatbush.
Speak up.
The word on the street is the Rampage return,
Uh.
[Busta]
Hah, one time, two times, three times, (no doubt,) four times.
All my real live soldiers, throw your hands up.
All my real live women, throw your hands up.
All my real strong bustas, throw your hands up.
All my real live players, throw your hands up.
Hah!
[Rampage]
Check it out, like this y'all.
The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber, that can′t rest,
Love success, I'm gettin' money progress.
Travellin′ for free, from state to state;
That′s how I get my idea to create.
I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it′s been Fubu.
I make Def Jams like Rick Rubin.
I stay on my tippy-toes, wreckin' shows, I′m too slow.
You can't peep my ill flow in this burning zone.
Keep low, like an Eskimo.
Askin′ people, still carry my flow, open the do'.
It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore,
Givin′ you more, and more.
I just came home from tour.
It′s my time to burn, to explore.
I'm comin′ through the floor with Low X.
I'm fully gassed to the max, movin′ stacks, no fakin' jacks.
I′m the baddest man on the wax.
Messin' around with my Squad, you get taxed.
Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can′t relax.
Breakin′ backs with my NFL Quarterbacks.
Flipmode deep, we bring good things to light.
Put down your gun, and light.
I'm in it to win it,
Plus I′m wildin' for da night.
[Busta]
All my muthafuckas in the place to be,
You feel right, throw your hands up.
We gettin′ wild for da night!
Niggas in the place, if you want to fight,
Serious, let's get busy ′cause we...
Wild for da night!
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night!
Niggas in New York gettin'
Wild for da night!
My niggas in the west gettin′
Wild for da night!
People in the world gettin′
Wild for da night!
My niggas uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place,
If you feel right, we gettin'
Wild for da night!
Throw your hands up, you gettin′
Wild for da night!
Niggas 'cross the land gettin′
Wild for da night!
My niggas downtown, we gettin'
Wild for da night!
[Rampage]
Uh, yo, I′m top billin', makin' a killin′,
Flip a script like Terri McMillan.
I can′t help the way I'm feelin...
Caps is fillin′, drugs is dealin',
My thug niggas keep illin′.
Rampage is higher than the ceiling.
Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville, and
I′m ready and willing, I'm playin lock and chase.
You can get my black race.
Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin′ cash like Chase.
You about to get laced, fifteen across your face.
You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time.
You didn′t use your third vision mind, you sippin' wine.
Your vision is blind, no you can′t see the victory.
You in the street, it's gettin deep.
You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you′re the black sheep.
You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot. (Bang!)
It′s gettin' hot, now you back around the way
With the same clothes, plus your bum hos, that you chose;
They gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out,
Who you hang wit', now you gotta get your dome split.
You wildin′ for da night.
[Busta]
All my muthafuckas from across the land,
We feelin′ right, 'cause you know we gettin′
Wild for da night!
All my niggas across the sea, and the earth,
Yo, you know we comin' through, we gettin′
Wild for da night!
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night!
My outta state niggas gettin′
Wild for da night!
My cross country niggas gettin'
Wild for da night!
You know we gettin'
Wild for da night!
You know we gettin′
Wild for da night!
Throw your hands in the air if you want to fight,
Feel right, ′cause you know we gettin'
Wild for da night!
Yes, I′m gettin' down in the place to be,
Flipmode squad, yo, we gettin′
Wild for da night!
My Rampage nigga gettin'
Wild for da night!
All of my real live niggas gettin′
Wild for da night!
My sexy ass bitches gettin'
Wild for da night!
All my people across the land and sea,
Feel right, 'cause you know we gettin′
Wild for da night!
Throw up your fist and feel right, ′cause it's time to fight,
Muthafucka, we gettin′
Wild for da night!
War time niggas gettin'
Wild for da night!
Freaky muthafuckas gettin′
Wild for da night!
All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air
Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'
Wild for da night!
My Flipmode niggas gettin′
Wild for da night!
Writer(s): Roger Mcnair, Marlon Maurice King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com