Bring The Flavor

Who brings the flavor?
That's me, that's me
Who brings the flavor?
That's me. I got it
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
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be
The only thing to do, ooh
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
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be (The flavor's in the air)
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be (The flavor's in the air)
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be (The flavor's in the air)
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be (The flavor's in the air)
The only thing to do, ooh
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
It's like this
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be
The only thing to do, ooh
I get down with the F.U. crew
The only way to be
The only thing to do, ooh