Flavor Unit - Roll Wit Tha Flava (compilation) lyrics

[Verse 1: Treach] Once again, it's on Where I'm from there ain't 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 a** 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 2: 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 n***a Foxx is stompin f*ggots Check my dum-dum-dum-dum-dum and step [Verse 3: Freddie Foxx] Now I been breakin rappers down for a while now Now it's time to break, chow Rappers get chopped like the head on a fat cow I'm Mr. Microphone, rappers can't f** around I'm Freddie the Foxxx I'll brake it back and buck em buck em down You know my rep I got a record like the turnpike 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 [Chorus] (Queen Latifah) I got flava for days (KRS-One) Flava unit has a title Repeats four times Roll With the Flava [Verse 4: Queen Latifah] Now it's about the time to put you out of sight and out of mind I got the sk**s 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 motherf**in sire I come in on time You wear a silly grin we like we do when n***as 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 sh** Get the short end of a bat, cause we beat him broken sticks [Verse 5: 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 pa**in through Ruff rugged rigid n***a, 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! [Chorus] [Verse 6: D-Nice] Now ladies, what's my name? (nice) That means it's time to go I'm the same muuuhf**er from it's time to flow, so Some might have dissed the way I flow it out n***as 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 7: 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? n***a you playin Yo I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts Say a hundred rhymes and not sound like you once Twice, three times, n***a never figured You'd be triggered by Dres, that R and B lookin n***a 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 [Chorus]