Vibin (the New Flava) Lyrics

Vibin (the New Flava) lyrics

featuring Treach, Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes, Method Man

Verse One:
Treach

Hey boo!
Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender
bender
from last September you let me enter the center
so we went through
the Winter?
Then we had a little prob, now we let it solve
Now you think
that you get robbed, if you're givin bod
Well I'm stickin to the kitten
cause it's hittin
the only way I be splittin if you pick it for money and
trick it
You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick
So you ain't dismissed
until both sets of lips kiss
It's the mother number one the phunky
Phillified
The chilly side, Boyz II Men and women with the illy vibe
So
until it's 9090
Just vibe with me and smile like your, wife behind
me

Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah
yeah)
Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
Too low to get under...
...army
with harmony

Chorus: Boyz II Men

We're just, vibin
Groovin,
vibin
We're just, vibin
Groovin, vibin

Verse Two: Craig Mack (Puff
Daddy in the background)

[That's right]
Just move it on down
And
you came to feel the flav [Bad Boy, Bad Boy]
Haa! We just vibe to the beat
[That's right]
The Mackalicious funk flav [Gotta get the cash]
Ah one two
y'all! [Gotta get, gotta get the dough]

Craig Mack's got a lot in store
for MC's so please listen
Fake rappers stop booin and hissin
My shit's
the bomb, like nitroglycerin
Electrifying, if I said I wasn't I'd be
lying
On the fader, from here to Grenada
Dope demonstrater creator of the
force like hey Darth Vader
You imitator, I'm greater than your data
MC's
run up so then they pack this doggie bag for later
I'm the,
wisdom-mystical
Hyper-scientifical
Do your typical write rhymes get
loaded take a miracle
to lyrical whip, the word dick on the side
tip
Rhymes to flip, Hercules ain't got a tighter grip
Whoever said that
you couldn't be beat? Well have a seat
Grab a spoon, taste some defeat
I
shake MC's down directly to the ground
Boyz II Men make the world go
round

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

How ya
feel?
Party people, how ya feel?
Let me know if everything remains
real!
Word up! Tell me how ya feel!
I feel good tonight, talk to me tell
me how do ya feel
so that everything's alright
Word is bond! Busta Rhymes
keep it comin one time for your mind
Flip Mode y'all, yo

WHOOOO! That
music feel my cool breeze
Make you bang your head from hear to overseas,
now!
You feel the charge that we be generatin, conversatin
Always get
taken by vibes that be penetratin
I make you feel the sensation like we come
into
the last days of Revelation, sometimes that's how we be vibin
Yes I'm
gonna keep you smilin
Hit you then I take you on a ride just like Coney
Island
One two three it's simply you and me
While you listen I MC
Blow
your mind and make you really want to par-ty
Ohh ohh! Take those bars and
keep em swingin
Ohh! Sometimes it makes me want to start singin
But I
keep on bringing ...
... and swinging you better believe I keep your bells
ringing
Feel the motion and the magic potion while we in the
dancehall
With Boyz II Men we bring the universal vibe y'all!

Chorus
2X

Bring the universal vibe y'all
One time, Flip Mode is
forever
Y'all get down and feel my thing
Guaranteed to make your fat butt
swing
One time while I get on

Verse Four: Method Man

Here come
that real rap shit
Criminology, yeah

I mentally stab your brain with
the pain
While other brothers spit mad game I spit flames
You know my
fuckin name, write joints with Mary J.
Johnny Blaze get methed right because
it pays
Life insurance indeed as we proceed
To give the track menstraul
cramps until it bleeds
Who the bad guy? It's I, the chinky
eye
Knotty-head, rugged MC, from N.Y.
City, my whole rap committee get
busy
My roots date back to Kizzy, now ask who is he?
Lady sings the blues
then, I take it as a gem
That's able to raise Boyz II Men
A thousand,
young black kids from out the housing
projects, ready to catch wreck,
Ticallion
The center of attraction, guaranteed satisfaction
Stop the
yappin make it happen baby