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