Flava in Ya Ear Remix - Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes, LL COOL J

Bad Boy

Come out and play

You know we had to do a remix, right?

Ugh!

Ugh!

Niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays (Yeah)

Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way

Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes (Ugh)

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 (Ugh)

Take them rhymes back to the factory

I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics

The shit is depressing, pathetic, please forget it (Ugh)

You’re mad 'cause my style you’re admiring

Don’t be mad, UPS is hiring (Woo!)

You should’ve been a cop, fuck hip-hop

With that freestyle, you’re bound to get shot (Ugh)

Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (Uh-huh)

Pack the gat a lot (Uh-huh), the flav’s 'bout to drop, ugh

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 the brand-new flava in ya ear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear

Time for new flava in ya ear (Ahh, here comes the Mack!)

Word up, no rap, no crap, you bore me (Remix)

Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me (Ugh)

I’m straight, rap great, busting heads, straighten dreads

I’m everlasting (What?), 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 (What?), did your girl’s butt (Ha)

I scraped it, shaped it, now, she won’t strut (Haha)

I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief

I step on stage, girls scream like I’m Keith (*Haaaa*)

You won’t be around next year (No, you won’t)

My raps too severe, kicking mad flava in ya ear

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 the brand new flava in ya ear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear

Time for new flava in ya ear

21, '94, 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 (That's right)

You’re fucking with the wrong clan and the wrong man

That’s it, now you got to get your dome split (Rock on)

I’m going into my knapsack with my gat

Take off my hat, guess I’m just cool like that

The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss (Ugh)

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!

Ugh, blow-ticious

Skeevy (Mmm), delicious

Gimme couscous, love me good

Mmm, damn!

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good?

I guess like the jeans, ugh!

Flavor like praline, sick, daddy, yah’mean?

Papa love it, when he does it (That's right)

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 (Ugh)

It’s all for you, it’s really all for you (Now what?)

Hunchback, close your eyes, try to munch that

Oil 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, so 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 (Ha)

Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme (Word is bond)

I know one thing the whole world least expected

Is how we all connected (Ha) to break food on the same record

Five new flavors on beat, feel the fucking heat (Whoa)

I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street (Hey)

Instead of copping pleas, just freeze (Ha)

Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees

When I get down, I disappear, reappear

And blow up everywhere (Ha!), fucking with these flavors in ya ear

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 the brand new flava in ya ear

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 the brand new flava in ya ear

East New Jersey

Bad Boy

Rock on

Mo Bee

Rock on