Cold Lampin' With Flavor
Lyrics
I'm lampin', I'm lampin', I'm cold cold lampin'
I got Louie's boy, I'm not trampin'
I just came from the crib ya 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 Flavmobile cold lamping
I took a G upstate cold camping
To the Poconos, we call a hideaways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito lays
Flavor-flav on a hype tip
I'm ya 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, sarsaparilla
Flavors are electric, try me, get a shocker
Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone, knocker
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clocker, rocker, rockin' with the rest
Flav in the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause ya like gettin' dirt from the graveyard
You put gravy on it
Then you pick ya teeth with tombstone chips
Casket cover clips, dead women hips you do the bump with bones
Nothin' but love bones
Lifestyles of the living dead
First you live then you're dead, died trying to clock what I said
Now I got a murder rap 'cause I bust your cap with Flavor, pure Flavor
We got Magnum Brown, Shooshki Palooshki
Supercalafragahestikalagoothki
You could put that in your don't know what you said book
Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk
Innovative ill factors by the Flavor Flav
Come and ride the Flavor wave
In any year on any given day
What a brother know, what do Flavor say
Why do the record play that way
Prime time merrily 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 flavor and I can prove it
Flavor Flav the flav all of flavors
Onion and garlic french fried potatoes
Make your breath stink, breathe fire
Make any onion the best crier
I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect
Peter perfect picked a perfect Peter
Honey dripper, sucker sipper, big dipper, sucker dripper
Dripping suckers 'til it's going out of style
Creating suckers for the Flavor Flav pile
Flavor Flav the flavor of the pile
Lamping boy Medina style
Kicking the flavor, getting busy
You're going out, I think you're dizzy
I think you're hungry cause you're starving for Flavor
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 Flavor, the king of all flavors
Rolls and rolls and rolls of life savers
Flavor Flav is in everything you eat
'Cause everything you eat got flavor
Flavor Flav is the first taste you get in the morning
Your breakfast is the flavor
In between that your lunch, in between that your dinner
In between that your midnight flavor
That's right, boy
Writer(s): Steve Arrington, William Devaughn, Leroy Bonner, Gregory Webster, Andrew Noland, Walter Morrison, Ralph Middlebrook, Norman Napier, Marvin Pierce, Marshall Jones, Eric Sadler, Lorenzo Patterson, Andre Young, Eric Wright, Ice Cube,, Roger Parker, Charles Carter, Waung Hankerson, James Boxley, William Drayton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Word Collections Publishing, Downtown Music Publishing
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