Flavor Man – Flavor Flav

Cold Live King

Now let me tell you all a little something, yo
To all you motherfuckers who think I fell off
I'm Flavor Flav, nukka, I'm still the boss
Cold Live King
I live uptown in the Bronx
Give me high five
The Yankee Stadium is where I'm from
If we get four beat
Then I’m gonna be the drum
Born and raised and free
Born Long Island, we keep you smilin'
South report, break down
That is where my family is found
After dark, we go to Centennial Park
Go to Jones Beach
Get on the back of a shark
Half take me down to Florida
I'm the flyest nigga turning the car off
Give me the mic
Move over
I'm taking this shit
I'm back to control
Give me your soul
WHAT
Make room for daddy
WHAT
Before I have to get the belt
WHAT
Beat your ass all the way back to the ville
WHAT
Make you do the what
Shimmy shimmy coco pop

'Cause I'm the Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man
Flavor, Flavor, Flavor man

Check this out, yo
I'm faking no moves
I'm faking no jacks
Flavor Flav is back on the throne
Relax
I push all the buttons around this bitch
I’m gonna go get money from Bill Gates
Get rich
So I can build me a psycho loft
I mean, so I can go crazy with my Microsoft
Okay
Flavor Windows is the new invention
Coming for Windows to get your attention
Flavor Flav is even in Bill Gates
Bill had to have a certain flavor to have the highest bank rates in the world
1212
A buddy don't stand alone
'Cause Joey Barton is in my bone
Jack and Hamilton, dollar bills
I'm sitting real high on Capitol Hill

'Cause I'm the Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man
Flavor, Flavor, Flavor man
'Cause I'm the Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man
Flavor, Flavor, Flavor man

Yeah, that’s right
Kickin’gthe ballistics
With the realistics
And all statistics
You know what I’m saying?
Operation tax sensation in the nation
Ready to take this shit all the way to elbow Penn State
That’s right
You clearly you shine
You shine like glitter
That’s right
‘Cause it takes pressure to make diamonds
‘Cause diamonds is a girl’s best friend
You know what I’m saying
I ain’t playing showing the missus we were laying
Money
People want all the money
Flav, you’ve done it again