We Getz Down Rampage (Ft. 702)

[Intro: Rampage]
Yeah, come on, check it out
This is how we doin' it
Flipmode, Violator
Check it out
One time, check it out

[Verse 1: Rampage]
I went into the Mirage, parties on charge
Ten bottles of Dom P, I’m feelin' so large (Large)
Chickens shakin' they ass like they don’t care (Care)
Guess what (What?) This is the party of the year (Yeah)
Flooded out Cartier (Tell 'em), you stop and stare
Rocks in my ear weighing two-point-eight
So I'm livin' life straight
Fuck all you player haters
I got them Now-and-Later gators
Thе mad future flavors
Pass 'em like a pack of Lifе Savers
My hook-up is lime green, Flipmode is on the scene
Call me the black Charlie Sheen
The rap Idi Amin that make you wanna scream
Throw your hands in the air if you know what I mean
I'm countin' one (One) like a basketball team
Makin' sure that you shake your ass until you fall out on the ground
You better bring you oxygen tank, we gettin’ down
(We gettin’ down)