Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flavor For The Non-Believes, artist - Mobb Deep. Album song Juvenile Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Flavor For The Non-Believes |
Yo. |
this is flavor for the non believes |
Sit back, take a seat, and don’t forget to pass the weed |
And by the way, this is all the way live |
And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes |
Pumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause I wanna |
The little Don Ho drug dealer? |
performer |
At my height, I’m described as a midget |
But it ain’t about height — it’s about, Can I Kick It? |
Some say I’m too little, but yo I’m too ill |
I hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil' |
You don’t want a beef with this juvenile delinquent |
I’m not good, I’m livin like a hood |
And when I kick MC’s abandon ship |
Cause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipse |
Yo, Havoc is the man that you have to bring |
Cause I’m flippin like pages in a Word Up magazine |
Sweet like candy, the poetic vigilante |
So explicit even porno flicks ban me And girls gel me like jheri curl activate |
The forty dog drinkin money grip you’re dead and stinkin |
Brain cells overload when I’m thinkin |
This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste |
Get off the microphone kid, stay in a child’s place |
I cook you up, like Uptown raw base |
And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface |
Like I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw |
for the cause, battle me, take a loss |
I steal shows like BelBivDevoe’s |
and put on my latex when I hit up the hoes |
You know the flavor kid, give me my props |
Cause it’s 1992, and all the bullshit stops. |
Check it, this is flavor for the non believes |
This is flavor for the non believes |
Check it, this is flavor for the non believes |
This is flavor for the non believes |
Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin Old Gold |
Roll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and stroll |
Prodigy, verbally tragic and I’m toxic |
Check out the way check out the way the way that I drop it You know my style, step back, cause I’m buckwild |
All it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smile |
Baby Grand Puba, Little Rick the Ruler |
And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddha |
MC’s can’t get with Mister Mister |
Money don’t fake moves cause I probably hit your sister |
I’m on a mission word is bond |
Word to God, I goes on. |
the little Don |
Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic |
Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic |
I murder with the brain of Hitler black |
And me bein weak, even Kodak couldn’t picture that |
This is flavor for the |
This is flavor for the non believes |
Flavor for the non believes |
This is flavor for the non believes |
This is flavor for the non believes |
Niggaz don’t understand first of all |
I rip when I rip check it, never stall |
Freestyle meanwhile for you and yours |
I’m goin all out, check it You thought I couldn’t wish I wanna do what I did |
I did it so I done, kill another fuckin kid |
Cause I don’t give a motherFUCK, and you do That’s why your stupid ass got bucked |
Outta luck, never took the time to wish |
Took a bitch down then I’m out like quick |
Nestle chocolate, munch like it’s? |
That was then, this is now, I’m goin for the gold |
Thirty yard touchdown, Mr. Short |
Fuckin niggaz bitches just for the sport |
But not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadays |
knows mad jig tricks, and that I ain’t with |
Oh shit, time to move, time to move, here we go with another fly groove, cause I’m so smooth |
Never like to brag, but I, do it still |
Sip on a 40, smoke on the Phil' |
So next time kid you wanna beef just chill |
before I break your ass up to bits |
How many licks would it take |
Check it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licks |
This is flavor for the non believes |
This is flavor for the non believes |
This is flavor for the non believes |
This is flavor for the non believes |