| Flavor for days, I got ninety-three flavors
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| Ninety-three flavors (what?) got ninety-three flavors
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| Got flavor for days, I got ninety-three flavors
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| I got ninety-three flavors (what?) got ninety-three flavors
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| Flavor for days, I got ninety-three flavors
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| Got ninety-three flavors, I got ninety-three flavors
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| Flavor for days, I got ninety-three flavors
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| No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
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| No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
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| No matter how many times the ball bounces
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| There’s still no bones in ice cream, nope
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| No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
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| No no, no matter how many times (no matter how many times)
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| No matter how many times the ball bounces (what?)
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| Ah there’s still no bones in ice cream
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| Now, na-now, Nipsey Russell, do the hustle
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| You’re cock diesel, flex your muscle
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| Sometimes you might just wanna take a bite
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| Out a sexy young sight like a thief in the night
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| If the party’s dead wreck it bring highlight
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| C’mon dance, and get down just a little
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| Sway baby take shit mo' to the middle (uh-huh)
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| Sleep-talkin and sleep-walkin
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| Fellas jealous, the girly’s hawkin
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| Be (uhh) what you wanna be
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| Cause if it’s alright with you it’s alright with me
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| (What's your name?) The capital G, R-E-G
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| N-I-C-E (uhh) my right hand man Smooth Bee (uh-huh)
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| We’re fully equipped and we do bad whips
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| I clean out my ears with a, q-tip
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| No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
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| We got ninety-three flavors (I got ninety-three flavors)
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| We got flavor for days (I got ninety-three flavors)
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| No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
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| No matter how many times (no matter how many times)
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| No matter how many times the ball bounces
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| Ah there’s still no bones in ice cream
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| Now, na-now
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| Yo, I rock a rhyme to the best of my ability
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| And stay real strong and hang on with agility
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| Also may I add that my rhymes flow rapidly
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| I’m not the Sundance Kid or Butch Cassidy
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| Now I’ma start things out with divinity
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| The quality of God which leads to infinity
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| Cause as we know, our rhymes are impeccable
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| Fresh and flexible, highly respectable
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| And through the years we’ve struggled through forfeits
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| And after the tour quits, I come back with more hits
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| Smooth Bee, my rhyme style lethal
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| And you can’t see through, but Smooth Bee peeped you, yeah
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| I spot a sucker for miles, call me the watcher
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| And if the vibe ain’t right I go gotcha
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| You become like a hangnail or a loose hair
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| On my flat top fade, you catch a sharp blade
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| Cut off, you stand drifted and lonely
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| But that’s the price you pay when you’re phony |