Boyz II Men
The Remix Collection
Vibin' (The New Flava)
(featuring Method Man, Treach, Craig Mack and Busta Rhymes)
[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 give me 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 nighty nighty
Just vibe with me and smile like your wifey 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 - arm me with harmony
[Boyz II Men]
Chorus: (2x)
We're just, vibin
Groovin, vibin
[Craig Mack (Puff Daddy)]
(That's right, that's right
That's right, that's right)
Just move it on down
And you can feel the flav (Bad Boy, Bad Boy)
Haa, we just vibe to the beat (That's right)
The Mackalicious funk flav (Gotta get, gotta get the cash)
Ah one two y'all (Gotta get, gotta get the dough)
Craig Mack's got a lot in store for MCs so please listen
Fake rappers stop booin and hissin
My shit's the bomb (what) like nitroglycerin, electrifying
If I said I wasn't I'd be lying
On the fader from here to Grenada
Dope demonstrator, creator of the force I gave Darth Vader
You imitator, I'm greater than you, ate a
MCs for lunch so later pack this doggie bag for later
I'm the wisdom mystical, hyperscientifical
Do your typical write rhymes, don't it take a miracle
Lyrical whip, to whip your ass I dip
Bounce to flip, Hercules ain't got a tighter grip (ziploc)
Whoever said that you couldn't be beat? Well have a seat
Grab a spoon, taste some defeat
I shake MCs directly to the ground
Boyz II Men make the world go round
Chorus (2x)
[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
Flipmode y'all, yo
Woooo, that music feel like cool breeze
Make you bang your head from here to overseas, now
You feel that 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 party
Ohh, ohh, those timbre bars just keep em swingin
Ohh, that shit's so tight it makes me want to start singin
But I keep on bringin that shit that keep your ass swingin
You better believe I keep your bells ringin
Feel the motion and the magic potion while we in the dancehall
With Boyz II Men we bring the universal vibe y'all
Bring the universal vibe y'all
One time, Flipmode is forever
Y'all get down and feel my thing
Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing
One time while I get on
Chorus (2x)
[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 menstrual cramps until it bleeds
Who the bad guy? It's I, the chinky eye
Knotty head, rugged MC from NY
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 housin
Projects ready to catch wreck, Ticallion
The center of attraction, guaranteed satisfaction
Stop the yappin, make it happen baby
Chorus (4x to fade)
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