Flava In Ya Ear (remix)

[Puff Daddy]

Bad Boys, come out and play

You know we had to do a remix, right?

[Notorious B.I. g.]

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

[Hook]

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

[Craig Mack]

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 bind

Your album couldn't fuck with one line

It's been three years since you last here

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

[Hook]

[Rampage]

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 that

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

[Puff Daddy]

Burn 'em in the flames

[Interlude]

You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy)

You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy)

[LL Cool J]

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

[Busta Rhymes]

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

[Hook]