What What

[Introduction] Ayy, whatcha gonna do, huh? [Pre-Hook] (What what) What what Let flavor rip it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what What what Let flavor rip it up And if you step too close to the microphone Your bitch ass might get caught [Verse 1] When Flav starts to get busy Grabbin' the mic and they say, "Who is he?" Cock diesel breakdown like Bill Bixby When I think, yo I think in 360 Gimme the mic an I'ma solve all mystery I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me Cause when he do, that's when he kiss thee Titles go by and my style is fly One more time I came here to rhyme Gimme the mic and I'ma go for mine So emcees, alla y'all shut up When Flavor's in the house we say [Chorus] What what What what Let flavor rip it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what What what What what Let flavor blow it up And if you step too close to the microphone Your bitch ass might get caught [Verse 2] Now when I do my Flavor dance All the ladies go crazy in a trance Non-stop boy, from the clock on my watch I can bring it from the bottom and take it to the top Let me rock, come on let me get with it When I tell you what to get, don't get offended Gimme the mic and I'ma bend it Transmissions from the sky, yo I'll send it Times on my hands, yo sometimes I lend it Though I'm spendin' it for a fact I'll make you say "What what" cause Flavor's back [Chorus] What what What what Let flavor rip it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what What what What what Let flavor blow it up And if you step too close to the microphone Your bitch ass might get caught [Verse 3] Now everybody listen to Flav If you don't listen to me, you'll end up in your grave Most of these people's rhymes is whack But I got a bunch of rhymes in my knapsack Walk on my back with the black hat Got the rhymes to come on the attack Can't you tell that I'm really good lookin' They know me from Miami, California, back to Brooklyn Even in Spain they knew Flavor's name In Japan they know I'm nice in the game We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe We did the first album and it came out fly And don't ask why, you won't understand Styles we got millions of fans So come on get down like this what's up When Flavor grab the mic, I rip your butt [Chorus] What what What what Let flavor blow it up And if you step too close to the microphone Your bitch ass might get caught What what What what Let flavor rip it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what