Cold Lampin' With Flavor

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I guarantee you, no more music by the suckas No more music by the suckas No more music by the suckas Yo man, what do he mean by suckas, man? Yo, he only tryin'-a put a black guy in a gang But yo, we ain't gonna let you put a black guy in a gang, boy You know what I'm sayin'? (Now we come to the payoff) Yeeeeeeaaah boooooyeee, ha ha Cold medina, cold medina Rockin' the beat to the strenf Yeah boy, I got a solo boy That's right, Flava goin' solo Whatch'all know about that? Yo, we gonna kick the flavor like this Yo, bust this out I'm lampin', I'm lampin', I'm cold cold lampin' I got loowies boy, I'm not trampin' I just came from the crib you know I'm on the go, throw your tank into metro Live lyrics from the bank of reality I kick the flyest dope maneuver technicality To a dope track, you wanna hike get your backpack Get out the wack sack I'm in my Flav-mobile cold lampin' I took the G upstate cold campin' To the Poconos, we call the hideaways A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays Flava Flav on a hype tip I'm your hype drink, come take a big sip I'm in position you can't play me out the pocket I'll take the dopest beat you got and I'll rock it Like chocolate, even vanilla Chocolate, strawberry -- sarsparilla Flavors are electric, try me get a shocka Didn't I tell you leave Flavor Flav alone, knocka? A clock on my chest prove I don't fess I'm a clocka rocka, rockin' with the rest Flavor in the house by Chuck D's side Chuck got the Flavor Flav, don't hide P.E. crazy, crazy P.E. Makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin' spree You're eatin dirt 'cause ya like gettin' dirt from the graveyard You put gravy on it Then you pick your teeth with tombstone chips Casket cover clips, dead women hips you do the bump with -- bones Nuttin' but love bones Lifestyles of the livin' dead First ya live, then you're dead Died tryin' to clock what I said Now I got a murder rap 'Cause I bust ya cap with flava, pure flava We got Magnum Brown, Soothki Valoothki Super-cala-fragi-hesti-cala- goothki You could put that in ya don't -know-whatcha-said book Took-muk-yuk-duk-wuk Shinavative ill factors by the Flava Flav Come and ride the flavor wave In any year or any given day What a brotha know, what do Flavor say? Why do the record play that way? Primetime-arily in the day Right now this radio station is busy -- brain-knowledgeably wizzy Honey drippers, you say you got it You ain't got no flava, and I can prove it Flavor Flav the flav of all flavor Onion and garlic, french-fried potatas Make your breath stink, breath fire Make any onion the best cryer I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect Peter perfect, pimped a perfect Peter Honey dripper, sucker sipper, big dipper, sucker dripper Drippin' suckers 'til it's goin' outta style Creatin' somethin' for the Flavor Flav pile Flava Flav the flava of the pile Lampin' boy medina style Kickin' the flava, gettin' busy Ya goin' out, I think you're dizzy I think ya hungry 'cause ya starvin' for flava Flavor most, put it on your toast Eat it and taste it and swallow it down Imperial flavor gives you the crown Of the king called Flava, the king of all flavors Rolls and rolls and rolls of Life Savers Flavor Flav is in everything you eat 'Cause everythin' ya eat got flava Flavor Flav is the first taste you get in the mornin' Ya breakfast is the flava In between that ya lunch, in between that ya dinner In between that the midnight flava That's right boy