Funkmaster Flex Nuttin` But Flavor Lyrics

Nuttin` But Flavor Lyrics

f/ BizMarkie, Charlie Brown, O.D.B.



[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 pass 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



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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Shoot me down, hear the sound

WOOO, tight rugged-ass 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!

Kill a cop, don't cop walk do jop!



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[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



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