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