Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flip Da Style , by - Lord Finesse. Release date: 06.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flip Da Style |
| Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down |
| I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town |
| Lord Finesse got the rough raps, fuck that |
| When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap |
| I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man |
| I slide up in chicks like a diafram |
| (You can’t murder me, you better recognize) People heard of me |
| I say the shit that get you open like surgery |
| I’m so def, I catch wreck with no sweat |
| When I rock mics it don’t make sense to try to go next |
| With the mic I’m royal, see |
| You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn’t shine more than me |
| Don’t be silly and try to kill me |
| Soundin like Milli Vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly |
| I rap with force when I’m kickin my facts across |
| The shit I kick is hotter than Tabasco sauce |
| Don’t try to ruin me or talk about doin me |
| (Why?) I got shit that’ll spark your whole community |
| So lounge and peep the deal |
| (Cause I’m one muthafucka you don’t have to tell keep it real) |
| Brothers don’t know I can (flip the style) |
| I’m out to make dough, kid (Flip the style) |
| Come to my show, so I can (flip the style) |
| Check the flow, yo (Just flip the style) |
| Can I do my thing, kid? |
| (Flip the style) |
| I’m ready to swing, yo (Flip the stlye) |
| I got rap on a string, kid (Flip the style) |
| Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style) |
| I get attention like a Lexus, girls wanna sex this |
| Play rappers like Tetris, eat em like breakfast |
| Think you’re nice? |
| Boy, you better be, you know my pedigree |
| I’m on the rise like afros in the 70s |
| I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny |
| You know my style, don’t sleep, money |
| I put it on like sneakers, it’s the smooth speaker |
| Peace to KRS-One, that’s the teacher |
| Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhyme’s fly |
| This is how it goes down in the '95 |
| That’s right, because I said it, don’t sweat it, kid |
| Don’t think I’m nice? |
| Well, I am, so give me credit, kid |
| I wreck niggas, collect figures |
| Yo, I’m like Aretha Franklin — all I want is some respect, nigga |
| I drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracks |
| That’s why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap |
| Bring the best, I get with him |
| Even deaf people be sayin, «I heard that kid got some shit with him» |
| None could diss this or rip this, for instance |
| Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance |
| Crews I run through, won’t fall or fumble |
| You can get done, too, don’t let me catch you on the humble |
| Niggas don’t like me, but that’s aight, gee |
| Brothers act sheisty, that’s why I play the crib with the wifey |
| One of the best, don’t compare me to none of the rest |
| Straight up and down, word life you can’t fuck with Finesse |
| Shit sound hype, yo (Flip the style) |
| It’s only right that I (flip the style) |
| Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style) |
| I got my flow down tight, kid (Just flip the style) |
| I got the skills to make papes, yo (Flip the style) |
| I gotta set em straight, kid (Flip the style) |
| I bet Diggin' In The Crates can (flip the style) |
| I got moves to make, yo (Just flip the style) |