Jim Ebert - Flava lyrics

[Chorus] Hey, yo, [?] got the flavor (set it off, set it off) Hey, yo, [?] got the flavor (go set the flavor off) Hey, yo, G got the flavor (set it off, set it off) Hey, yo, D got the flavor (D, set the flavor off) [Verse 1] I got flavor, I did so don't my style [?] even when you hear it Just give me a doper track to make it miggity-move your written Drove my style of rapping, that's just all I'm seeking Another copper (copper), number one is where it's [?] So step up 'cause I'm about to rock with my crew And, you know that I could wreck this, I could sing and yo, rap, too I grab the mic (check), and I get crazy wreck (wreck) So follow me now, follow me now, as I come to you direct Because I'm smooth, uh (smooth), I'll make you move up (move) And I'm down with the gram, the G, and yo, my man [?] And now I got you reaching for more and more Of my dope style, so adore me Uh! [Chorus] Hey, yo, D got the flavor (set it off, set it off) Hey, yo, G got the flavor (hey, yo, set the flavor off) Hey, yo, [?] got the flavor (set it off, set it off) Hey, yo, [?] got the flavor ([?], set the flavor off) [Verse 2] I am the [?] of the [?] Out to my end, with a smooth style as [?] Fast on them beats, underlying my [?] Baby, don't waste my time and leave me the hell alone You see, I'm all about my distance, and if you can't get with this Take it or leave it, time, you're catching my peace out Five-foot-six, plus I had lots of fun, hun Shaking with her hair, what's her name on this jam, son Flavor is the flavor of the flavor, I got plenty Paid for my music, now that I'm twenty (Four!) No, three, flavor as can be Chill... yo, G [Bridge] Whoa, go follow me now, whoa, go follow me now Whoa, go follow me, fill-follow me, fi-follow me, follow me now Whoa, go follow me now, whoa, go follow me now Whoa, go follow me, fill-follow me, fi-follow me, follow me now [Verse 3] Play track, come back, the lyrical style impact The one that won't be in effect this year, I know I'm that All that, phat beats don't sleep You're here dropping lyrics I won't keep, you're waiting for the next beat Whoa, go follow me now into my [?] Flavor, the concept, [?] But peep my microphone sk**s, [?] still got nothing By the way, this flow does reflect on hoes who [?] toast your [?] [?] under, flavor for [?] [?] I'm kind of nifty with my gift You don't want the exit, nexus, that means you like to guess this Flow, so follow me, follow me, [?] Oh, I got the follow-la-la-la-la-flavor [Chorus] Hey, yo, [?] got the flavor (set it off, set it off) Hey, yo, D got the flavor (yo, set the flavor off) Hey, yo, D got the flavor (set it off, set it off) My man [?] got the flavor (yo, set the flavor off) Hey, yo, G got the flavor (set it off, set it off) Hey, yo, [?] got the flavor (go and set the flavor off) Hey, yo, D got the flavor (set it off, set it off) Hey, yo, [?] got the flavor (go and set the flavor off) [Verse 4] S-T-A-R, my, oh my What do you know? On the mic it's the man called (Groove!) Bringing a new style, I know you want to smile Watch me change and rearrange to something else that's kind of smooth MPC, 63 [?] S 1100, give me gear and [?] [?] perspiration in my flavor Call me Mister Rogers, tell me, won't you be my neighbor? Move next door, you'll do the film, I'll do the score 7-11 is my favorite store [?] on my feet, but damn, this is a phat beat Gasoline Alley gave me a deal so I could make sweet Melodies and lyrics, crazy hysterics Tired of the same old style, this ain't generic Nasty, nasty, I'll take off my clothes In all the Shai pictures, flicks, and shows I got flavor