[Produced by DJ Scratch]

[Intro]
Yeah (Ha), good God (Ha)

[Hook]
Tra-la-la-la-la (Yeah, for all you motherfuckers)
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (Across the whole entire galaxy!)
Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad!)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997)
Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha)
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (When disaster stikes! When disaster strikes!)
Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (Ha)

[Verse 1]
On and on, return from the future like a centurion
All my affiliates, let's stack another million (What up?)
While you learn on how the words go to my motherfuckin' song
Watch me puts it on, it keeps you open all day long
The way we fuck shit up you thinkin' somethin' must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny n***as to get the gong
Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze
On happy days, I be the coolest n***a like The Fonz
So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa
My Zimbabwe n***as bangin' my joints up in they Acura
Ooh, n***a, 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 n***as over quick like fryin' pan spatulas!
Why do you be wastin' your time bein' mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!
[Hook]
Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha, yes, yes, y'all!)
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (Flipmode Squad, y'all)
Tra-la-la-la-laaa (We reign supreme in 1997!)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (When disaster strikes, you will all feel)
Tra-la-la-la-la (When disaster strikes, you will all see)
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-laaa (When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (To the Most High Exalted)

[Verse 2]
Yo, hehehe
Yo, I keeps flow so ridiculous
Rhyme, flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist
Well, you can try bein' a doctor or bein' a local obstetricianist
See, you can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so fuckin' hard towards nothin'
This rhymin' shit was never designed for every swollen muffin, yo!
I'm sayin', why y'all n***as 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 blowin' out of candlelights
The quiet killin' surprises n***as whenever they wanna fight
That type of shit that shine and blind a n***a eyesight, aight?
We keepin' it tight, y'all n***as 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' rosters
Eating enough exotic pasta, ha, yo, we keep it movin' for all o' y'all
Freak y'all n***as out while I'm makin' y'all n***as fall
Disaster will hit ya quick anytime you wanna brawl
Perm press a n***a back, peel them off the wall
So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time bein' mad at us?
Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous
[Chorus]
Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha, oh yes, y'all)
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (This situation)
Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Has now been brought before your very eyes!)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (And as we carry on)
Tra-la-la-la-la (Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world!)
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (When disaster strikes, you will all fear!)
Tra-la-la-la-laaa (When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness!)
Ooh, ooh-ooh (To the Most High Exalted!)

[Outro]
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