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Cold Lampin' with Flavor

アーティスト:Public Enemy  アルバム:Fight The Power...Live! 

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I guarantee you, no more music by the suckas No more music by the suckas No more music by the suckas Yo man, what do he mean by suckas, man? Yo, he only tryin'-a put a black guy in a gang But yo, we ain't gonna let you put a black guy in a gang, boy You know what I'm sayin'? (Now we come to the payoff) Yeeeeeeaaah boooooyeee, ha ha Cold medina, cold medina Rockin' the beat to the strenf Yeah boy, I got a solo boy That's right, Flava goin' solo Whatch'all know about that? Yo, we gonna kick the flavor like this Yo, bust this out I'm lampin', I'm lampin', I'm cold cold lampin' I got loowies boy, I'm not trampin' 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 Flav-mobile cold lampin' I took the G upstate cold campin' To the Poconos, we call the hideaways A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays Flava 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 -- sarsparilla Flavors are electric, try me get a shocka Didn't I tell you leave Flavor Flav alone, knocka? A clock on my chest prove I don't fess I'm a clocka rocka, rockin' with the rest Flavor in the house by Chuck D's side Chuck got the Flavor Flav, don't hide P.E. crazy, crazy P.E. Makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin' spree You're eatin dirt 'cause ya like gettin' 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


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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