Bring The Flavor

Who brings the flavor? That's me, that's me Who brings the flavor? That's me. I got it [Verse 1:] Oh no, it's a scandal I drop upon the mic like an anvil And they'll praise me For mad thoughts, I'm crazy I'm searchin' Lookin' for the target You don't know what hard is This ain't all this hard yet But I don't wanna be hard I just wanna flow Cause rhymin' is my game And I play it like a pro So what? You want to know my name? Dana Elaine All hail the queen acclaimed Drive you insane Woman with a brain I'm a Flavor Unit MC And that means I'm one of the roughest Def-est, toughest, best-est Wickedest MCs rappers in the place But if you try get swift? I'mma punch you in your face I'm a higher flier Why you wanna cry? I'm already hot, so put me in the fire Give me a pen and pad and it's over Bye-ya! See ya later, alligator Hey D, bring the flavor [Chorus:] Bring the flavor, La, bring the flavor, bring the flavor, La, bring the flavor (2x) I get down with the F.U. crew, the only way to be, the only thing to do, ooh! (2x) [Verse 2:] Yup, yup, yup I be Latifah on the mic and When I'm rhymin' don't you call my bluff Because I hate it when I have to get dangerous It divides, it loosens, and it weakens and it changes us You want more? Sure I fill you up like Texaco I switch to Spanish And rock it from here to Mexico Record go, yo Watch the pro Let me flow I'm raking in the dough on the down low So me no know Don't get me riled I get wick-wick-wild Flex styles by the pile So smile for awhile Aware, my dear— (Kick-kick-kick, snare) That the flavor's in the air Oh yeah [Chorus:] The flavor's in the air, the flavor's in the air (4x) Bring the flavor, La, bring the flavor (4x) I get down with the F.U. crew, the only way to be, the only thing to do, ooh! (2x) [Verse 3:] Peep me cause I'm not sneaky or freaky on the mic I just grab it, grip it, rip it right And the girls know it (know it) And the guys know it (know it) I'll put your best to a test (wanna bet?) Wanna bet you'll blow it? I'll smoke you like a cigarette Just give me the mic I'll give you wreck And save your idle threats for the next rap I'll take it without the cream So leave it black But you can leave the sugar So I can make green-like-a-booger money In the bank No need for actin' stank It's a sad thing to watch you get gassed like a tank And spank Look at the intelligent female I N I Don't try it You know I don't buy it Now, uh, if your get-up-and-go Done got up and gone I wrote this song So you can rock the hip-hop all night long So I want a gigawatt in the back of your Jeep So I can blast the shoes off your crusty feet [Chorus:] It's like this, it's like this, it's like this, it's like this (2x) I get down with the F.U. crew, the only way to be, the only thing to do, ooh! (2x) Bring the flavor, La, bring the flavor (4x)