Lyrics

Bad Boy

Come out and play

Y'all know we had to do a remix, right?

Uh, uh

niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays (yeah)

Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way (remix)

Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes (uh)

Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote (uh) (what you tote?)

More guns than roses, foes is shakin' in their boots (yeah)

Invisible bully like The Gooch

Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me (uh)

Take them rhymes back to the factory

I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics (yeah)

The shit is depressin', pathetic

please forget it (forget it) (uh)

You're mad 'cause my style you're admirin' (uh)

Don't be mad, UPS is hirin' (woo)

You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop (yeah)

With that freestyle, you're bound to get shot (uh)

Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)

pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)

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 kickin' 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 (ah, here comes the Mack)

Word up, no rap, no crap, you bore me (the remix) (word up)

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

I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads

I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?)

A Tec-9 when I rhyme

Plus I climb, word is bond

Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)

It's been three years since you last hear

But now I reappear, your heart pumps fear (rock on)

To your gut (what?), did your girl's butt (huh)

I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut (haha)

I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief (uh-uh)

I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith (ah)

You won't be around next year (no, you won't)

My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flava in ya ear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear

Time for new flava in ya ear

I'm kickin' 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

Twenty-one, '94, mad motherfuckin' hardcore

It's my time to burn, now explore (the remix)

The flava in ya ear, it's The Boy Scout

I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts (that's right)

You're fuckin' with the wrong clan

And the wrong man, that's it (uh)

Now you got to get your dome split (rock on)

I'm goin' 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 (uh)

BLS, 97, KISS, bounce to this (bounce)

I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name

Yo Puffy (burn 'em in the flames)

You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)

You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)

He-she, uh, blowticious

Skeevy (mmm, yeah), delicious

Gimme couscous, love me good

Mmm, damn

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good?

I guess like the jeans, uh

Flavor like praline, sick, daddy, yah'mean

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

Niggas buzz it (come on)

But tell me, was it really just the flavor that be cloggin' your ears?

The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear (uh)

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, so cease, ha (bring the noise)

Let me loose from the belly of the beast, ha (come on)

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 (yeah)

Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches

Wait one sec', as I get down

I'm rollin' with the heavyweight connect to the stompin' ground

Now, don't you get suspicious (uh-uh)

I grant your wishes every time

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 to break fool on the same record (ha)

Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fuckin' heat (oh)

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

Instead of coppin' 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)

Fuckin' with these flavors in ya ear (flavors)

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear

Time for new flava in ya ear

I'm kickin' 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 kickin' new flava in ya ear

Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear

'94

East coast represent

Bad Boy

Rock on

Moe Dee

Rock on

Lyrics from LRCLIB

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