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Chicken Flavor

pretzel bendin 'em up Dont give a fuck Word to yo daddy leather sandals Either pay the light bill or light up them candles Regular White Owl Cigarillo no flavors

in my heart that I Could rippin' girl I'm givin' you what you wanna do Stop frontin' it's time to give a Nigga what he wanted You know I got that flavor

it's time Throw in the towel, you done Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want It's a wrap, your career cannot be saved Fuck makin' a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav

chicken wing We gonna do it like this one more time Straight from Oakland, California, I'm back again Short Dogg's on the mic 'bout to mack and pimp We got flavor

' is open wide It's what? Open wide, it's what? Open wide, whoa I was sippin' pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin' the law Flavors froze, songs I chose

speak aw they all come Runnin' faster to the princess kingdom Who's the Princess with tha master plan? Me! (Wow) She's got the flavor, she's got the flavor

hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor

in your whips Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists Here's a french kiss I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth Make

the brain numb like novacaine Red hot, Got the Flavas, Show & A got the flavas Now come on with the get down A full blitz when I put wits to song More flavors