| Yooooooooooooooooooooo!
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| That’s what I got everybody up in the Bronx sayin
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| (Get the fuck outta here)
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| Everybody up in the Bronx is sayin yooooooooooooooooooooo!
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| That’s Flav shit nigga
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| They call me Flavor, Flavoristic majestic Flavor
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| Don’t you know that I’m the Flavor that you gave-ah
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| I’m in the life that you live when you.
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| Ahh do it again
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| Now they call me Flavor
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| I’m in the shot that you shoot when you swishin
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| I’m in your dip and your dive when you dippin
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| I’m the aroma in your motherfuckin kitchen (Now that shit’s hot!)
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| Now they call me Flavor
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| I’m in your mouth when you wake up in the mornin (DAMN!)
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| I’m the stink on your breath when you yawnin (WHAT!)
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| I’m in the milk in the cows of the corn an'
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| Flavor Flav is the Flav, a mack
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| Flavor Flav will never stick you in your back
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| Flavor Flav is on the reel to reel
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| Flavor Flav is in what you feel, BOYEEE!
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| Now they call me Flavor
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| Flav will never stick you in your back
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| Flavor Flav is on the reel to reel, oh noooo!
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| Aiyyo I don’t know what the fuck I’m sayin
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| YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!
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| Get up get up get up and get down
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| Rock to the beat of a funky sound
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| Beat so sweet won’t never go sour
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| Day by day every minute of the hour
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| The mornin hard eggs and tell me what’s new
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| Got nuttin else to do but drink brew
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| Tryin to feel the flow, gettin so low
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| Standin there drinkin a quart of Old Gold
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| That’s right, that’s the way we gonna do it
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| And that’s the way we gonna get through it
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| That’s why I put my mind to it
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| And that’s the way we gonna get through it
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| South Freeport, break down
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| That’s, where my families frown
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| After dark, Centennial Park
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| Go to Jones Beach, get on the back of a shark
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| GET IT NOW! |
| WHAT?! |
| HUH!
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| But I ain’t playin, you know what I mean?
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| Ohhh shit, one more time
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| If you really want it put I can put a nigga’s light out
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| On the strength but I don’t go that length
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| Cause, Flavor Flav don’t live on that tip G
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| But don’t get sleep on me
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| I get lurky boy
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| When you eat a beef jerky boy
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| Suey sauce and soy boy
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| I did it to 'em with Roy boy, whaaaaaaaaat?
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| C’mon, WHAT! |
| Daaamn
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| C’mon, the rap Superman, CHAAAAAAAAAAARGE
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| YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
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| Bring that beat back (hehehehe)
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| Bring that beat back (brrrrrrrr)
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| Bring that beat back
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| Bring that beat back
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| Do you know what I ain’t got time to waste on this shit all night
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| Fuck that, fuck that you know cause I got other shit to do
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| We gone! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song They Call Me Flavor , by - Public Enemy. Song from the album Rebirth Of A Nation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп