Текст песни
"I guarantee you, no more music by the suckers
No more music by the suckers
No more music by the suckers"
Yo, man, what do you mean by suckers, man?
Yo, we only trying to put a black eye in the game
Yo, we gonna let you put a black eye in the game
Boy, you know what I'm sayin?
Yeeah, boy, ha-ha
Cold medina, cold medina
Rocking a beat to the strength
Yeah, boy, I got a solo, boy
That's right, Flavor goin' solo
What y'all know about that?
Yo, we gonna kick the flavor like this
Yo, bust this out
I'm lamping, I'm lamping, I'm cold cold lamping
I got Louie's boy, I'm not tramping
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 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 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, 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, rocking 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
Making crazy Louie's for the shopping spree
You're eating dirt 'cause you like getting 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, nothing but love bones