Got the Flava Lyrics
| Song | Got the Flava |
| Artist | Show & A.G. |
| Album | Good Fellas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : A.G., D-Flow, Method Man ... | |
| Chorus: Show & | |
| A.G. got the flavas (the flavas) | |
| Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors) | |
| Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas) | |
| Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors) [D. Flow] | |
| Hey yo no question | |
| I'm the best in this rap business | |
| No doubt I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son | |
| I'm flippin this one (don't be dumb) | |
| You better run or end up like my last victim | |
| Shit that's real | |
| I already been through | |
| Scared from the threats | |
| I sent you (it's all in the mental) | |
| Jackin niggas like | |
| I'm in the | |
| Central Cuttin through that ass like a | |
| Ginsu as I commense to | |
| Get big with my nigs, | |
| A.G. & Showbiz | |
| Now your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs | |
| Word straight up and down, crab | |
| MCs get crushed | |
| I'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched | |
| So when you hear the bomb you know it's | |
| D. Flow son | |
| No one can fuck around, yeah that's right (no one) [Wali World] | |
| Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause | |
| I play ball good (it's all good) | |
| I'm still representin the hood | |
| Big shouts to | |
| Uncle Pete, you're my number one neighbor | |
| No doubt I'm puffin later with my nigga | |
| Gary Aida | |
| Peace to Roc | |
| Raider and all the goodfellas | |
| People gettin jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers) | |
| On some other shit can't forget | |
| Shabazz Representin not to mention that | |
| I'm gettin cash | |
| Get with that or get with this because | |
| I'm kickin this | |
| With the styles | |
| I'm runnin through niggas like | |
| Emmit Smith [Party Arty] | |
| Touchdown, | |
| I buck down | |
| MCs that step up 10 | |
| G's if you wanna | |
| MC wrecked up | |
| The ghetto dwella's in your hood, hoodie down | |
| Stomps from the | |
| Bronx, the boogie man from the | |
| Boogie Down | |
| Momma never told me there would be days like this | |
| That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs | |
| On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff | |
| Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) | |
| I make it more rough (And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it | |
| Them niggas got to love it cause we made this | |
| I'm gettin papers with my peeps | |
| As Party Arty keeps | |
| Bacardi so | |
| MCs meet the shotty [A.G.] | |
| Check the method but don't sweat the technique | |
| Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak (Hopin) | |
| That your head meets my bed sheets (Now you're open) | |
| Like the Red | |
| Sea cause | |
| I'm potent | |
| Don't fit? | |
| Don't force it, | |
| Flow got that 4-fifth | |
| Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless | |
| All this and that and then some | |
| Get paid to put raps on tracks, | |
| I guess that's my income | |
| The beat chills so they be comin back for refills (My man shows his street skills) | |
| From here to the | |
| Peekskills | |
| Kill the rumors, givin | |
| MCs brain tumors | |
| Time to step off the set, gotta jet like | |
| Puma Chorus (2x) [Method Man] | |
| What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area | |
| Forget me not, mass hysteria | |
| My style revolves around blunts, the | |
| Methical The one and only piece original, never phony | |
| One love to my muthafucker | |
| A.G. A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up (Word to God, youknowI'msayin) | |
| Yeah, that's how it's goin down, you know who got the flava | |
| We got the flava, the flava | |
| So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah |
| zuo qu : A. G., DFlow, Method Man ... | |
| Chorus: Show | |
| A. G. got the flavas the flavas | |
| Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors the neighbors | |
| Show A. G. got the flavas the flavas | |
| Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors the neighbors D. Flow | |
| Hey yo no question | |
| I' m the best in this rap business | |
| No doubt I' m strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son | |
| I' m flippin this one don' t be dumb | |
| You better run or end up like my last victim | |
| Shit that' s real | |
| I already been through | |
| Scared from the threats | |
| I sent you it' s all in the mental | |
| Jackin niggas like | |
| I' m in the | |
| Central Cuttin through that ass like a | |
| Ginsu as I commense to | |
| Get big with my nigs, | |
| A. G. Showbiz | |
| Now your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs | |
| Word straight up and down, crab | |
| MCs get crushed | |
| I' ll leave your style cramped, my crew can' t be touched | |
| So when you hear the bomb you know it' s | |
| D. Flow son | |
| No one can fuck around, yeah that' s right no one Wali World | |
| Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause | |
| I play ball good it' s all good | |
| I' m still representin the hood | |
| Big shouts to | |
| Uncle Pete, you' re my number one neighbor | |
| No doubt I' m puffin later with my nigga | |
| Gary Aida | |
| Peace to Roc | |
| Raider and all the goodfellas | |
| People gettin jealous, well it' s the brothers the brothers | |
| On some other shit can' t forget | |
| Shabazz Representin not to mention that | |
| I' m gettin cash | |
| Get with that or get with this because | |
| I' m kickin this | |
| With the styles | |
| I' m runnin through niggas like | |
| Emmit Smith Party Arty | |
| Touchdown, | |
| I buck down | |
| MCs that step up 10 | |
| G' s if you wanna | |
| MC wrecked up | |
| The ghetto dwella' s in your hood, hoodie down | |
| Stomps from the | |
| Bronx, the boogie man from the | |
| Boogie Down | |
| Momma never told me there would be days like this | |
| That I' d be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs | |
| On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff | |
| Niggas call bluffs I give em no chance | |
| I make it more rough And even slow dance on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it | |
| Them niggas got to love it cause we made this | |
| I' m gettin papers with my peeps | |
| As Party Arty keeps | |
| Bacardi so | |
| MCs meet the shotty A. G. | |
| Check the method but don' t sweat the technique | |
| Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak Hopin | |
| That your head meets my bed sheets Now you' re open | |
| Like the Red | |
| Sea cause | |
| I' m potent | |
| Don' t fit? | |
| Don' t force it, | |
| Flow got that 4fifth | |
| Who do with that voodoo, my doll it' s that cordless | |
| All this and that and then some | |
| Get paid to put raps on tracks, | |
| I guess that' s my income | |
| The beat chills so they be comin back for refills My man shows his street skills | |
| From here to the | |
| Peekskills | |
| Kill the rumors, givin | |
| MCs brain tumors | |
| Time to step off the set, gotta jet like | |
| Puma Chorus 2x Method Man | |
| What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area | |
| Forget me not, mass hysteria | |
| My style revolves around blunts, the | |
| Methical The one and only piece original, never phony | |
| One love to my muthafucker | |
| A. G. A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up Word to God, youknowI' msayin | |
| Yeah, that' s how it' s goin down, you know who got the flava | |
| We got the flava, the flava | |
| So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah |
| zuò qǔ : A. G., DFlow, Method Man ... | |
| Chorus: Show | |
| A. G. got the flavas the flavas | |
| Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors the neighbors | |
| Show A. G. got the flavas the flavas | |
| Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors the neighbors D. Flow | |
| Hey yo no question | |
| I' m the best in this rap business | |
| No doubt I' m strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son | |
| I' m flippin this one don' t be dumb | |
| You better run or end up like my last victim | |
| Shit that' s real | |
| I already been through | |
| Scared from the threats | |
| I sent you it' s all in the mental | |
| Jackin niggas like | |
| I' m in the | |
| Central Cuttin through that ass like a | |
| Ginsu as I commense to | |
| Get big with my nigs, | |
| A. G. Showbiz | |
| Now your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs | |
| Word straight up and down, crab | |
| MCs get crushed | |
| I' ll leave your style cramped, my crew can' t be touched | |
| So when you hear the bomb you know it' s | |
| D. Flow son | |
| No one can fuck around, yeah that' s right no one Wali World | |
| Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause | |
| I play ball good it' s all good | |
| I' m still representin the hood | |
| Big shouts to | |
| Uncle Pete, you' re my number one neighbor | |
| No doubt I' m puffin later with my nigga | |
| Gary Aida | |
| Peace to Roc | |
| Raider and all the goodfellas | |
| People gettin jealous, well it' s the brothers the brothers | |
| On some other shit can' t forget | |
| Shabazz Representin not to mention that | |
| I' m gettin cash | |
| Get with that or get with this because | |
| I' m kickin this | |
| With the styles | |
| I' m runnin through niggas like | |
| Emmit Smith Party Arty | |
| Touchdown, | |
| I buck down | |
| MCs that step up 10 | |
| G' s if you wanna | |
| MC wrecked up | |
| The ghetto dwella' s in your hood, hoodie down | |
| Stomps from the | |
| Bronx, the boogie man from the | |
| Boogie Down | |
| Momma never told me there would be days like this | |
| That I' d be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs | |
| On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff | |
| Niggas call bluffs I give em no chance | |
| I make it more rough And even slow dance on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it | |
| Them niggas got to love it cause we made this | |
| I' m gettin papers with my peeps | |
| As Party Arty keeps | |
| Bacardi so | |
| MCs meet the shotty A. G. | |
| Check the method but don' t sweat the technique | |
| Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak Hopin | |
| That your head meets my bed sheets Now you' re open | |
| Like the Red | |
| Sea cause | |
| I' m potent | |
| Don' t fit? | |
| Don' t force it, | |
| Flow got that 4fifth | |
| Who do with that voodoo, my doll it' s that cordless | |
| All this and that and then some | |
| Get paid to put raps on tracks, | |
| I guess that' s my income | |
| The beat chills so they be comin back for refills My man shows his street skills | |
| From here to the | |
| Peekskills | |
| Kill the rumors, givin | |
| MCs brain tumors | |
| Time to step off the set, gotta jet like | |
| Puma Chorus 2x Method Man | |
| What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area | |
| Forget me not, mass hysteria | |
| My style revolves around blunts, the | |
| Methical The one and only piece original, never phony | |
| One love to my muthafucker | |
| A. G. A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up Word to God, youknowI' msayin | |
| Yeah, that' s how it' s goin down, you know who got the flava | |
| We got the flava, the flava | |
| So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah |
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