The Flavor Unit MCs - Roll Wit The Flava lyrics

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Verse One: Treach

Once again, it's on

Where I'm from there aint no picket fences pick it

Straight and ruff so you pick it my sticky finger was a glock

Many dash for the fast cash, but I like the cash to last

So I rap till my ass collapse

I'm never trouble but if troops will come and jam me

You Remind Me like Mary then I'm scaring your little projects

On the prarie I'm hairy and hot like Dougie with a smokie

So I boo-boo, just like Fu-Schnicks I'll say F-U-2

Verse Two: Chip-Fu

A-bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bong-gang ultra-king

But BBD boxing up yang, giddy-up

Didduh-duh, didduh-duh, didduh-dum dum dum

I'm coming again and again a Ku-Fu vomit

Gosh, darn it! Like we're lyin' to bits

The John-John Jacob lyrical shaker

Yes and Jengle-ma-heimershmitz

I sings my lyrical style from Flatbush

Quick to Greenwich Village

I'm strong to the finish

When I eats, me spinach

I'm one of the lyrical flava

My nigga Foxx is stompin faggots

Check my dum-dum-dum-dum-dum and step

Verse Three: Freddie Foxx

Now I been breakin rappers down for a while now

Now it's time to break, child

Rappers get chopped like the head on a fat cow

I'm mister micraphone, rappers can't fuck around

I'm Freddie the Foxx I'll brake it back and buck em buck em down

You know my rep I got a record like the turnpikes

When I was young they use to call me Freddie-burn-mics

But now they call me big Foxx, daddy boot-knocks

With burn marks on my hips from my twin glocks

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(Queen Latifah) I got flava for days (KRS-One) Flava unit has a title Repeats four times

Roll With the Flava

Verse Four: Queen Latifah

Now it's about the time to put you out of sight and out of mind

I got the skills to blast you off the mic and out of rhymes

Now who the hell-am-I-a?

The L-A-T-I-F-A-H the motherfuckin sire

I come in on time

You wear a silly grin we like we do when niggaz in

We gotta practice so scalp the hairs off your chinny-chin-chin

The Flava Unit's got my back, so I'm quick to start shit

Get the short end of a bat, cause we beat him broken sticks

Verse Five: Heavy D

I-guy-guy-guy-guy-guy bet you never knew

That I could flow I flew I grow I grew

I blew up the spot, I'm sippin my props

And now I am just passin through

Ruff rugged rigid nigga, the one who's quick to figure

Some think they're big, but the heavster is bigger

The funky flip-flop flava unit, my hip-hop neigbor doin it

Came to the studio, check my flow, and ran right through it

I bet you thought I wouldn't come, I came

I'm never done till I'm done rippin drums like a shotgun, ohh!

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Verse Six: D-Nice

Now ladies, what's my name? (aaah)

That means it's time to go

I'm the same muuuhfucker from it's time to flow, so

Some might have dissed the way I flow it out

Niggaz need to throw it out

Simply cause it's somethin you don't know about

So watch the Nice man shake the ground

And now I'm Rollin with the Flava cause

The Flava's what I'm rollin in my sound

To make you get down, rippin the sound from J.C. to Uptown

Now

Verse Seven: Dres

Now if you got a nine, and you got a nine

And you got a nine, and you got a nine

And he got a nine, and she got a nine

Well it's a motherflockin party yo cause I got mine

So bust it the Black Sheep are (where?) here (where)

Here (where) there, everywhere there's a Jeep

There's a Sheep beat beatin up the air

Graphic as illustratin frustratin like waitin

The Sheep are a joke? Nigga you playin

Yo I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts

Say a hundred rhymes and not sound like you once

Twice, three times, nigga never figured

You'd be triggered by Dres, that R and B smokin nigga

Doin it, screwin it, chewin it, well

Done on the weak bun hon can't you tell

Unification cells on the flava flingin

If a Queen has the balls my lady is a King

So long live the King, and love to my Unit

Spoon it and you'll croon it, diss it, and yo balloon it

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