When Disaster Strikes Lyrics
| Song | When Disaster Strikes |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Album | When Disaster Strikes... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : George Spivey/Trevor Smith | |
| 作曲 : George Spivey/Trevor Smith | |
| [Intro] | |
| Yeah, good god | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la | |
| Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) | |
| Yeah, for all you mother****ers, across the whole entire galaxy | |
| Busta Rhymes,and the whole entire Flipmode Squad | |
| Back at y'all mother****ers in 1997 | |
| (Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la | |
| Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) | |
| Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes | |
| Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness, ha | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| On and on, return from the future like a centurion | |
| All my affiliates, let's stack another mil-li-on | |
| While you learn on how the words go to my mother****in' song Watch me puts it on | |
| It keeps you open all day long | |
| (The way we **** shit up you thinkin' something must be wrong) | |
| Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gong | |
| Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze | |
| On happy days, I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz | |
| So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa | |
| My Zimbabwe niggas bangin' my joints up in they Acura | |
| Ooh, nigga, you feel the bump from bumper to bumper | |
| Drivin' imported five hundreds in foreign license plate numbers | |
| Ha-ha, laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers | |
| Flip ass niggas over quick like frying pan spatulas | |
| (Why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?) | |
| Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la | |
| Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) | |
| Yes, yes, y'all, Flipmode Squad y'all | |
| We reign supreme in 1997 | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all feel | |
| (Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la | |
| Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all see | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness | |
| To the Most High Exalted | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Yo, I keeps flows so ridiculous | |
| Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice | |
| Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist | |
| Well, you can try being a doctor or being a local obstetricianist | |
| See, you can be somethin' | |
| Quit tryin to work so ****in' hard towards nothin | |
| This rhyme shit was never de signed for every swollen muffin | |
| Yo, I'm singin'... | |
| Why y'all niggas think that y'all could really see my Squad? | |
| And if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God | |
| Do it right, and big up my peeps and A-Alikes | |
| On alike, repel, especially feel when disaster strikes | |
| Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candlelights | |
| The quiet killing surprises niggas whenever they wanna fight | |
| That type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight, a'ight? | |
| We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right? | |
| You will never ever get no wins inside mi casa | |
| We killin' all impostors like we killin' cucarachas | |
| Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin' Oscars | |
| Rhymin' Rastasg eating enough exotic pasta, ha, yo | |
| (We keep it movin' for all of y'all) | |
| Freak y'all niggas out while I'm makin' y'all niggas fall | |
| Disaster will hit ya quick anytime you wanna brawl | |
| Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall | |
| So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us? | |
| Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la | |
| Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) | |
| Ha, oh yes, y'all | |
| This situation has now been brought before your very eyes | |
| And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world | |
| (Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la | |
| Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la) | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all fear | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness | |
| To the Most High Exalted, ha | |
| Rap : Busta Rhymes. |
| zuo ci : George Spivey Trevor Smith | |
| zuo qu : George Spivey Trevor Smith | |
| Intro | |
| Yeah, good god | |
| Chorus | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Yeah, for all you mother ers, across the whole entire galaxy | |
| Busta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad | |
| Back at y' all mother ers in 1997 | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes | |
| Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness, ha | |
| Verse 1 | |
| On and on, return from the future like a centurion | |
| All my affiliates, let' s stack another million | |
| While you learn on how the words go to my mother in' song Watch me puts it on | |
| It keeps you open all day long | |
| The way we shit up you thinkin' something must be wrong | |
| Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gong | |
| Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze | |
| On happy days, I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz | |
| So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa | |
| My Zimbabwe niggas bangin' my joints up in they Acura | |
| Ooh, nigga, you feel the bump from bumper to bumper | |
| Drivin' imported five hundreds in foreign license plate numbers | |
| Haha, laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers | |
| Flip ass niggas over quick like frying pan spatulas | |
| Why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us? | |
| Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous | |
| Chorus | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Yes, yes, y' all, Flipmode Squad y' all | |
| We reign supreme in 1997 | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all feel | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all see | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness | |
| To the Most High Exalted | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yo, I keeps flows so ridiculous | |
| Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice | |
| Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist | |
| Well, you can try being a doctor or being a local obstetricianist | |
| See, you can be somethin' | |
| Quit tryin to work so in' hard towards nothin | |
| This rhyme shit was never de signed for every swollen muffin | |
| Yo, I' m singin'... | |
| Why y' all niggas think that y' all could really see my Squad? | |
| And if we hit you hard, that' s when you feel the power of the God | |
| Do it right, and big up my peeps and AAlikes | |
| On alike, repel, especially feel when disaster strikes | |
| Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candlelights | |
| The quiet killing surprises niggas whenever they wanna fight | |
| That type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight, a' ight? | |
| We keepin' it tight, y' all niggas don' t want it right? | |
| You will never ever get no wins inside mi casa | |
| We killin' all impostors like we killin' cucarachas | |
| Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin' Oscars | |
| Rhymin' Rastasg eating enough exotic pasta, ha, yo | |
| We keep it movin' for all of y' all | |
| Freak y' all niggas out while I' m makin' y' all niggas fall | |
| Disaster will hit ya quick anytime you wanna brawl | |
| Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall | |
| So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us? | |
| Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous | |
| Chorus | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Ha, oh yes, y' all | |
| This situation has now been brought before your very eyes | |
| And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all fear | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness | |
| To the Most High Exalted, ha | |
| Rap : Busta Rhymes. |
| zuò cí : George Spivey Trevor Smith | |
| zuò qǔ : George Spivey Trevor Smith | |
| Intro | |
| Yeah, good god | |
| Chorus | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Yeah, for all you mother ers, across the whole entire galaxy | |
| Busta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad | |
| Back at y' all mother ers in 1997 | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes | |
| Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness, ha | |
| Verse 1 | |
| On and on, return from the future like a centurion | |
| All my affiliates, let' s stack another million | |
| While you learn on how the words go to my mother in' song Watch me puts it on | |
| It keeps you open all day long | |
| The way we shit up you thinkin' something must be wrong | |
| Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gong | |
| Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze | |
| On happy days, I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz | |
| So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa | |
| My Zimbabwe niggas bangin' my joints up in they Acura | |
| Ooh, nigga, you feel the bump from bumper to bumper | |
| Drivin' imported five hundreds in foreign license plate numbers | |
| Haha, laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers | |
| Flip ass niggas over quick like frying pan spatulas | |
| Why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us? | |
| Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous | |
| Chorus | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Yes, yes, y' all, Flipmode Squad y' all | |
| We reign supreme in 1997 | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all feel | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all see | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness | |
| To the Most High Exalted | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yo, I keeps flows so ridiculous | |
| Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice | |
| Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist | |
| Well, you can try being a doctor or being a local obstetricianist | |
| See, you can be somethin' | |
| Quit tryin to work so in' hard towards nothin | |
| This rhyme shit was never de signed for every swollen muffin | |
| Yo, I' m singin'... | |
| Why y' all niggas think that y' all could really see my Squad? | |
| And if we hit you hard, that' s when you feel the power of the God | |
| Do it right, and big up my peeps and AAlikes | |
| On alike, repel, especially feel when disaster strikes | |
| Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candlelights | |
| The quiet killing surprises niggas whenever they wanna fight | |
| That type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight, a' ight? | |
| We keepin' it tight, y' all niggas don' t want it right? | |
| You will never ever get no wins inside mi casa | |
| We killin' all impostors like we killin' cucarachas | |
| Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin' Oscars | |
| Rhymin' Rastasg eating enough exotic pasta, ha, yo | |
| We keep it movin' for all of y' all | |
| Freak y' all niggas out while I' m makin' y' all niggas fall | |
| Disaster will hit ya quick anytime you wanna brawl | |
| Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall | |
| So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us? | |
| Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous | |
| Chorus | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Ha, oh yes, y' all | |
| This situation has now been brought before your very eyes | |
| And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| Tralalalala, tralalalala | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all fear | |
| When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness | |
| To the Most High Exalted, ha | |
| Rap : Busta Rhymes. |
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