| Yeah that’s right we gon' take this all the way back to the top kid
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| That’s right boy, ha ha, hit your man off
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| AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-YEAH YEAH~!
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| Flavor Flav is back, with the hottest track
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| Y’knahmsayin kid!
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| Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man
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| What… yeah! |
| WHAT… yeah!
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| What… yeah! |
| WHOAHHHHHHHHH-HOOO!!!
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| For all you motherfuckers who think I fell off
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| I’m Flavor Flav nigga, I’m still the boss~!
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| Go, live, king, throw live
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| I live Uptown in the Bronx, gimme a hi-five
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| Yankee Stadium is where I’m from
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| We get up over beats and then we beat the drum
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| Born and raised in Freeport, Long Island
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| (What) We keep 'em smilin
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| South Freeport, get down
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| That’s where my family is found
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| After dark, just gimme a spark
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| Go to Jones Beach, get on the back of a shark
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| Have him take me down to Florida
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| I’m the flyest nigga down in Florida
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| Gimme the mic, move over, I’m takin this shit
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| I’m back in control, gimme your soul
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| Check it out — make room for daddy! |
| (What)
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| Before I have to get the belt (what)
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| Beat your ass all the way back to the felt (what)
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| Make you do the wop
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| Shimmy shimmy go go pop
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| What… who! |
| What… who!
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| What… who! |
| What… who!
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| What… who! |
| What… who!
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| What, who!
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| I’m fakin no moves and fakin no jax
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| Flavor Flav is back on the dome relax
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| I push all the buttons around this bitch
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| I’ma go get money from Bill Gates, get rich
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| So I can build me a psycho-loft
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| So I can go psycho with my Micro-soft
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| Flavor Windows is the new invention
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| Colorful windows to get the attention
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| (Knock knock) Flavor Flav is eatin with Bill Gates
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| Bill, had to have a certain flavor
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| To have the highest, bank rates in the world
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| (Word up) But he don’t stand alone
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| Joey Fatone, is in my bones
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| Jackie Hamilton, dollar bill
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| Sittin real high on Capitol Hill
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| What… who! |
| What… who!
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| What… who! |
| What… yeah!
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| What… yeah! |
| What… yeah!
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| Who, yeah!
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| Knock knock baby!
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| What… who! |
| What… who!
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| What… who! |
| What… who!
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| What… knock knock
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| Knock knock, knock knock
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| Knock knock, knock knock
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| Knock knock, knock knock right here at your door
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| Givin you more of what you bargained for
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| Flavor Flav — back in your face
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| Mess with my kids and I’ll catch a case
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| Y’knahmsayin, I ain’t playin
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| It’s all in the message I’m relayin
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| Right here in DeVante’s studio
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| That’s where I’m sayin, that’s right
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| All the way to Penn Station, Jackson Station and the nation
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| Feature your generation, yo Flavor Flav is out
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| Two steps automatic and I’m out kid |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flavor Man, artist - Public Enemy. Album song How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп