I ain't tryna practice, fool
Bang, bang, bang (uh, ah, yeah)
One of these days, Alice, to the moon (uh-huh)
Straight to the moon
Bang, bang, bang, bang (word up, uh)

I got ninety-three flavors, got ninety-three flavors (what?)
Flavor for days, I got ninety-three flavors
Ninety-three flavors (what?), Got ninety-three flavors
Got flavor for days, I got ninety-three flavors
I got ninety-three flavors (what?), Got ninety-three flavors
Flavor for days, I got ninety-three flavors
Got ninety-three flavors, I got ninety-three flavors
Flavor for days, I got ninety-three flavors

No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
No matter how many times the ball bounces
There's still no bones in ice cream, nope
No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
No no, no matter how many times (no matter how many times)
No matter how many times the ball bounces (what?)
There's still no bones in ice cream

Now, no-now, Nipsey Russell, do the hustle (uh)
You're cock diesel, flex your muscle
Sometimes you might just wanna take a bite
Out a sexy young sight, like a thief in the night
If the party's dead, Greg'll bring highlight
C'mon dance and get down just a little
Sway, baby cakes, yeah, more to the middle (uh-huh)
Sleep-talkin' and sleepwalking
Fellas jealous, but girlies hawkin'
Be what you wanna be (uh)
'Cause if it's alright with you, it's alright with me
(What's ya name?) The capital G-R-E-G N-I-C-E
My right hand man Smooth B (uh, uh-huh)
We're fully equipped and we do bad whips (yeah)
I clean out my ears with a Q-tip

No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
We got ninety-three flavors (I got ninety-three flavors)
I got flavor for days (I got ninety-three flavors)
No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
No matter how many times the ball bounces
there's still no bones in ice cream
Now, no-now (yo)

I rock a rhyme to the best of my ability
And stay real strong and hang on with agility
Also may I add that my rhymes flow rapidly
I'm not the Sundance Kid or Butch Cassidy
Now I'ma start things out with divinity
The quality of God which leads to infinity
'Cause as we know, our rhymes are impeccable
Fresh and flexible, highly respectable
And through the years we've struggled through forfeits
And after the tour quits, I come back with more hits
Smooth B, my rhyme style lethal
And you can't see through 'fore Smooth B peeped you
Yeah, I spot a sucker for miles, call me the watcher
And if the vibe ain't right I go gotcha
You become like a hangnail or a loose hair
On my flat top fade, you catch a sharp blade
Cut off, you stand drifted and lonely
But that's the price you pay when you're phony (uh, uh)

Copyright: THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC
Writer(s): Daryl Barnes, Greg Mays