Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nuttin' But Flavor, artist - Funk Flex. Date of issue: 07.03.2005
Song language: English
Nuttin' But Flavor |
| 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! |
| Hey, yo, check it out, it’s real late in the mornin' |
| All these other DJ’s, they really got me yawnin' |
| 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 an 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, reminisce over cuts and give me a kiss, baby doll |
| «Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex» (cut and scratched 4x) |
| Shoot me down, hear the sound |
| WOOO, tight rugged-ass hip-hip sound |
| Here I go again, somethin' 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 doin' me, doooin' meeee, DOOOOIN' MEEEEE, nope |
| You slept on the record now it’s time to break out |
| Like a 40 being cracked, tastin' good down the neck |
| The lyric that I’m kickin' 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 Clouseau |
| Uh, Black Panther, would you do me? |
| No sir |
| Doing me is like a fisherman without water |
| Then what could you catch? |
| Nothin', stop frontin' |
| That’s like a man with no legs kickin' somethin' |
| 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! |
| «Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex» (cut and scratched 4x) |
| 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 sendin' 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 havin' 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 |
| 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) |