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    Boyz II Men / Lyrics

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    "Vibin' (The New Flava)" Lyrics

    Boyz II Men feat. Method Man, Craig Mack and Busta Rhymes

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    Treach: Hey boo!
    Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender
    from last September you let me enter the center
    so we went through the Winter?
    Then we had a little prob, now we let it solve
    Now you think that you get robbed, if you're givin bod
    Well I'm stickin to the kitten cause it's hittin'
    the only way I be splittin' if you pick it for money and trick it
    You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick
    So you ain't dismissed until both sets of lips kiss
    It's the mother number one the phunky Phillified
    The chilly side, Boyz II Men and women with the illy vibe
    So until it's 9090
    Just vibe with me and smile like your, wife behind me

    Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
    Too low to get under (yeah yeah)
    Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
    Too low to get under...army with harmony

    We're just, vibin
    Groovin, vibin
    We're just, vibin
    Groovin, vibin

    Craig Mack (Puff Daddy in the background):
    [That's right]
    Just move it on down
    And you came to feel the flav [Bad Boy, Bad Boy]
    Haa! We just vibe to the beat [That's right]
    The Mackalicious funk flav [Gotta get the cash]
    Ah one two y'all! [Gotta get, gotta get the dough]

    Craig Mack's got a lot in store for MC's so please listen
    Fake rappers stop booin and hissin
    My shit's the bomb, like nitroglycerin
    Electrifying, if I said I wasn't I'd be lying
    On the fader, from here to Grenada
    Dope demonstrater creator of the force like hey Darth Vader
    You imitator, I'm greater than your data
    MC's run up so then they pack this doggie bag for later
    I'm the, wisdom-mystical
    Do your typical write rhymes get loaded take a miracle
    to lyrical whip, the word dick on the side tip
    Rhymes to flip, Hercules ain't got a tighter grip
    Whoever said that you couldn't be beat? Well have a seat
    Grab a spoon, taste some defeat
    I shake MC's down directly to the ground
    Boyz II Men make the world go round

    Chorus (Repeats Twice)

    Busta Rhymes:
    How ya feel?
    Party people, how ya feel?
    Let me know if everything remains real!
    Word up! Tell me how ya feel!
    I feel good tonight, talk to me tell me how do ya feel
    so that everything's alright
    Word is bond! Busta Rhymes keep it comin
    one time for your mind
    Flip Mode y'all, yo

    WHOOOO! That music feel my cool breeze
    Make you bang your head from hear to overseas, now!
    You feel the charge that we be generatin, conversatin'
    Always get taken by vibes that be penetratin
    I make you feel the sensation like we come into
    the last days of Revelation, sometimes
    that's how we be vibin'
    Yes I'm gonna keep you smilin'
    Hit you then I take you on a ride just like Coney Island
    One two three it's simply you and me
    While you listen I MC
    Blow your mind and make you really want to par-ty
    Ohh ohh! Take those bars and keep 'em swingin'
    Ohh! Sometimes it makes me want to start singin'
    But I keep on bringing...
    ...and swinging you better believe I keep your bells ringing
    Feel the motion and the magic potion while we in the dancehall
    With Boyz II Men we bring the universal vibe y'all!

    Chorus (Repeats Twice)

    Bring the universal vibe y'all
    One time, Flip Mode is forever
    Y'all get down and feel my thing
    Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing
    One time while I get on

    Method Man:
    Here come that real rap shit
    Criminology, yeah
    I mentally stab your brain with the pain
    While other brothers spit mad game I spit flames
    You know my fuckin' name, write joints with Mary J.
    Johnny Blaze get methed right because it pays
    Life insurance indeed as we proceed
    To give the track menstraul cramps until it bleeds
    Who the bad guy? It's I, the chinky eye
    Knotty-head, rugged MC, from N.Y.
    City, my whole rap committee get busy
    My roots date back to Kizzy, now ask who is he?
    Lady sings the blues then, I take it as a gem
    That's able to raise Boyz II Men
    A thousand, young black kids from out the housing
    projects, ready to catch wreck, Ticallion
    The center of attraction, guaranteed satisfaction
    Stop the yappin' make it happen baby
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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