RAPROCK LIT POP NEWS R&B HISTORY COUNTRY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X META Flava In Ya Ear (Remix) Craig Mack SharePlay Bad Boys Come out and play You know we had to do a remix, right Uh, uh Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way Ski mask way, nigga ransom notes Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote (What you tote) More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots Invisible bully like The Gooch Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me Take them rhymes back to the factory I see the gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is Depressing, pathetic, please forget it You're mad cause my style you're admiring Don't be mad, UPS is hiring You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop With that freestyle you're bound to get shot Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot Pack the gat a lot The flav's bout to drop uh Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear I'm kicking new flava in ya ear Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear Word up, no rap no crap you bore me Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me I'm straight rap great Busting heads, straighten dreads I'm everlasting, like the toe on Pro Keds A Tec-9 when I rhyme Plus I climb, word is bond Your album couldn't fuck with one line It's been three years since you last hear But now I reappear your heart pumps fear To your gut, did your girl's butt I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith You won't be around next year My rap's too severe, kicking mad flava in ya ear Twenty-one ninety-four Mad motherfucking hardcore It's my time to burn now explore The flava in ya ear it's the boy scout I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts You're fucking with the wrong clan And the wrong man, that's it Now you got to get your dome split I'm going into my knapsack with my gat Take off my hat, yes I'm just cool like dat The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss BLS 97 KISS bounce to this I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name Yo Puffy Burn 'em in the flames You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy) You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy) Hee-shee, uh blowticious Skeevee, delicious Gimme couscous, love me good Um damn, Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good I guess like the jeans - uh Flavor like Praline, sick daddy nah'mean Papa love it, when he does it Niggas buzz it But tell me was it really just the flavor that be clogging your ears The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear It's all for you, it's really all for you (Now what) Hunchback, close your eyes try to munch that Coil up your ankles let your Timbs tap Bite the flavor it reacts to your gold caps Word to Mama, I tongue kiss a piranha Electrocute a barracuda, I'm here to bring the drama Yo! Yo! Yo! Flavors in your ass crease ha Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise don't cease ha Let me loose from the belly of the beast ha Everybody, hey hey hey You better believe it's Busta Rhymes the great We 'bout to rip the Tri-State Yo yo, hey hey hey I'll split your face and give you stitches Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches Wait one sec, as I get down I'm rolling with the heavyweight connect to the stomping ground Now, don't you get suspicious I grant your wishes every time Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme I know one thing the whole world least expected is how we all connected To break fool on the same record Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fucking heat I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street Instead of copping pleas just freeze Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up Everywhere, fucking with these flavas in ya ear