O.D.B. - Nuttin' But Flavor lyrics

[Funkmaster Flex] Word up, you know the flavor, bounce to the beat It's the Funkmaster Flex to make you lean in your jeep On, one time for your mind C. Boogie break 'em off a little something! [Charlie Brown] Hey, yo, check it out, it's real late in the morning All these other DJ's, they really got me yawning But when Funkmaster Flex gets the radio hyped The people of type, it's time to wipe All the MC's that think they can rap real fresh Now the Boogie to the Brown comes off and I pa** any test Like and SAT that inspires All I ever wanted was my name on fliers Blowing up the spot, rock hard, with the rhythm that goes around the clock Tick tick tock is the hands of time So listen to a brother as I start to climb It's like that, that that or this Get up and get dissed because my crew makes five fingers and a fist That's right, reminice over cuts and give me a kiss baby doll "Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex" (cut and scratched 4x) [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Shoot me down, hear the sound WOOO, tight rugged-a** hip-hip sound Here I go again, something brand new Like my mom-AHH, rough any son out of the blue Straight to the point baby, I was born to be dope I was doing me, doooing meeee, DOOOOING MEEEEE, nope You slept on the record now it's time to break out Like a 40 being cracked, tasting good down the neck The lyric that I'm kicking to you from the crib All in together now, funky like a shoe Baby, I love rap and rap loves me Like a sister to a microphone to an MC What is an MC if he has no flow? Go aheeeeeaaaad, it's that in, Inspector Closeau Uh, Black Panther, would you do me? No sir Doing me is like a fisherman without water Then what could you catch? Nothing, stop fronting That's like a man with no legs kicking something What could you kick if you're not that slick Another flip to God, it's like Hot without him sir! What is your mission, please allow me to rock the spot! k** a cop, don't cop walk do jop! "Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex" (cut and scratched 4x) [BizMarkie] The Biz came here to rock you and really blow your mind I can't really do it to you girl, I can do it to you anytime I don't mean no harm girl, all I want to do is sing With Funkmaster Flex on the turntables, and I am the microphone king I am down with the F-L-I-P Squad and you know I'm the Uh, original B-I-Z Markie, hey now You know me as the o-rig-in-al B-I-Z dub-iz uh A-R-K I with the E Best in Zing, man-appointed rap king Now I am bug-ging on the mic, no it's me, do what I like Now I'm sending this out to New Jersey and the Boogie Down Can't forget um, um, um, the Queens and Brooklyn is on the scene and Uptown, Manhattan, and Connecticut, it don't matter to me Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all Party having people guaranteed to be like having a ball I'm the original one It don't matter to me because you know I sound so full and Ahhhhh, number like addition Super-educated, I'm on top of the list and This is something for the radio, hoe You know me, cause I am on the go Another mic and DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH I make that out of my mind Now I can sing a record, I get respected I'm never neglected, while connected, Kyle connected You know me, I'm the original B, Funkmaster I'm just buggin', I'll just leave "Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex" (cut and scratched 4x)