[{"id":2580581,"name":"Got the Flava","trackName":"Got the Flava","artistName":"Showbiz & A.G. feat. Method Man, D-Flow, Wali World & Party Arty","albumName":"Goodfellas","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus:\nShow & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)\nRollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)\nShow & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)\nRollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)\n\n(D. Flow)\nHey yo no question I'm the best in this rap business\nNo doubt I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son\nI'm flippin this one (don't be dumb)\nYou better run or end up like my last victim\nShit that's real I already been through\nScared from the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)\nJackin niggas like I'm in the Central\nCuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to\nGet big with my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz\nNow your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs\nWord straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed\nI'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched\nSo when you hear the bomb you know it's D. Flow son\nNo one can fuck around, yeah that's right (no one)\n\n(Wali World)\nHey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball good (it's all good)\nI'm still representin the hood\nBig shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my number one neighbor\nNo doubt I'm puffin later with my nigga Gary Aida\nPeace to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas\nPeople gettin jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)\nOn some other shit can't forget Shabazz\nRepresentin not to mention that I'm gettin cash\nGet with that or get with this because I'm kickin this\nWith the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Emmit Smith\n\n(Party Arty)\nTouchdown, I buck down MCs that step up\n10 G's if you wanna MC wrecked up\nThe ghetto dwella's in your hood, hoodie down\nStomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie Down\nMomma never told me there would be days like this\nThat I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs\nOn tour, roar with that hardcore stuff\nNiggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough\n(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it\nThem niggas got to love it cause we made this\nI'm gettin papers with my peeps\nAs Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty\n\n(A.G.)\nCheck the method but don't sweat the technique\nEven made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak\n(Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets\n(Now you're open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm potent\nDon't fit? Don't force it, Flow got that 4-fifth\nWho do with that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless\nAll this and that and then some\nGet paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my income\nThe beat chills so they be comin back for refills\n(My man shows his street skills) From here to the Peekskills\nKill the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors\nTime to step off the set, gotta jet like Puma\n\nChorus (2x)\n\n(Method Man)\nWhat the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area\nForget me not, mass hysteria\nMy style revolves around blunts, the Methical\nThe one and only piece original, never phony\nOne love to my muthafucker A.G.\nA true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up\n(Word to God, youknowI'msayin)\nYeah, that's how it's goin down, you know who got the flava\nWe got the flava, the flava\nSo bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Got the Flava\n  artist: Showbiz & A.G. feat. Method Man, D-Flow, Wali World & Party Arty\n  album: Goodfellas\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus:\n  Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)\n  Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)\n  Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)\n  Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)\n\n  (D. Flow)\n  Hey yo no question I'm the best in this rap business\n  No doubt I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son\n  I'm flippin this one (don't be dumb)\n  You better run or end up like my last victim\n  Shit that's real I already been through\n  Scared from the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)\n  Jackin niggas like I'm in the Central\n  Cuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to\n  Get big with my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz\n  Now your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs\n  Word straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed\n  I'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched\n  So when you hear the bomb you know it's D. Flow son\n  No one can fuck around, yeah that's right (no one)\n\n  (Wali World)\n  Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball good (it's all good)\n  I'm still representin the hood\n  Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my number one neighbor\n  No doubt I'm puffin later with my nigga Gary Aida\n  Peace to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas\n  People gettin jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)\n  On some other shit can't forget Shabazz\n  Representin not to mention that I'm gettin cash\n  Get with that or get with this because I'm kickin this\n  With the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Emmit Smith\n\n  (Party Arty)\n  Touchdown, I buck down MCs that step up\n  10 G's if you wanna MC wrecked up\n  The ghetto dwella's in your hood, hoodie down\n  Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie Down\n  Momma never told me there would be days like this\n  That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs\n  On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff\n  Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough\n  (And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it\n  Them niggas got to love it cause we made this\n  I'm gettin papers with my peeps\n  As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Check the method but don't sweat the technique\n  Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak\n  (Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets\n  (Now you're open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm potent\n  Don't fit? Don't force it, Flow got that 4-fifth\n  Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless\n  All this and that and then some\n  Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my income\n  The beat chills so they be comin back for refills\n  (My man shows his street skills) From here to the Peekskills\n  Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors\n  Time to step off the set, gotta jet like Puma\n\n  Chorus (2x)\n\n  (Method Man)\n  What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area\n  Forget me not, mass hysteria\n  My style revolves around blunts, the Methical\n  The one and only piece original, never phony\n  One love to my muthafucker A.G.\n  A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up\n  (Word to God, youknowI'msayin)\n  Yeah, that's how it's goin down, you know who got the flava\n  We got the flava, the flava\n  So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah\n"}]