Bad Boy
Come out and play
Y'all know we had to do a remix, right?

Uh, uh
niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays (yeah)
Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way (remix)
Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes (uh)
Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote (uh) (what you tote?)
More guns than roses, foes is shakin' in their boots (yeah)
Invisible bully like The Gooch
Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me (uh)
Take them rhymes back to the factory
I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics (yeah)
The shit is depressin', pathetic
please forget it (forget it) (uh)
You're mad 'cause my style you're admirin' (uh)
Don't be mad, UPS is hirin' (woo)
You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop (yeah)
With that freestyle, you're bound to get shot (uh)
Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)
pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)
The flav's 'bout to drop, uh

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear (ah, here comes the Mack)

Word up, no rap, no crap, you bore me (the remix) (word up)
Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me (uh)
I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads
I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?)
A Tec-9 when I rhyme
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
But now I reappear, your heart pumps fear (rock on)
To your gut (what?), did your girl's butt (huh)
I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut (haha)
I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief (uh-uh)
I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith (ah)
You won't be around next year (no, you won't)
My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flava in ya ear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear

Twenty-one, '94, mad motherfuckin' hardcore
It's my time to burn, now explore (the remix)
The flava in ya ear, it's The Boy Scout
I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts (that's right)
You're fuckin' with the wrong clan
And the wrong man, that's it (uh)
Now you got to get your dome split (rock on)
I'm goin' into my knapsack with my gat
Take off my hat, guess I'm just cool like that
The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss (uh)
BLS, 97, KISS, bounce to this (bounce)
I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name
Yo Puffy (burn 'em in the flames)

You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)
You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)

He-she, uh, blowticious
Skeevy (mmm, yeah), delicious
Gimme couscous, love me good
Mmm, damn
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good?
I guess like the jeans, uh
Flavor like praline, sick, daddy, yah'mean
Papa love it, when he does it (that's right)
Niggas buzz it (come on)
But tell me, was it really just the flavor that be cloggin' your ears?
The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear (uh)
It's all for you, it's really all for you (now what?)
Hunchback, close your eyes try to munch that
Coil up your ankles let your Timbs tap
Bite the flavor, it reacts to your gold caps
Word to Mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electrocute a barracuda, I'm here to bring the drama

Yo, yo, yo
Flavors in your ass crease, ha
Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise, so cease, ha (bring the noise)
Let me loose from the belly of the beast, ha (come on)
Everybody, hey, hey, hey
You better believe it's Busta Rhymes the great
We 'bout to rip the Tri-State, yo, yo
Hey, hey, hey
I'll split your face and give you stitches (yeah)
Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches
Wait one sec', as I get down
I'm rollin' with the heavyweight connect to the stompin' ground
Now, don't you get suspicious (uh-uh)
I grant your wishes every time
Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme (word is bond)
I know one thing the whole world least expected
Is how we all connected to break fool on the same record (ha)
Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fuckin' heat (oh)
I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street (Bad Boy)
Instead of coppin' pleas just freeze (ha)
Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees
When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up everywhere (ha)
Fuckin' with these flavors in ya ear (flavors)

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear

'94
East coast represent
Bad Boy
Rock on
Moe Dee
Rock on

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Craig J. Mack, James Todd Smith, Osten Harvey, Roger Mcnair, Sean Combs, Trevor Smith