When Disaster Strikes Busta Rhymes

[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 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 fryin' pan spatulas!
Why do you be wastin' your time bein' mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!