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Flavor Unit f Treach, Chip-Fu, Freddie F - Roll Wit Tha Flava (compilation)

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Verse One: Treach

Once again, it`s on
where I`m from there aint 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 ass 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 Two: 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 nigga Foxx is stompin faggots
Check my dum-dum-dum-dum-dum and step

Verse Three: Freddie Foxx

Now I been breakin rappers down for a while now
Now it`s time to break, child
Rappers get chopped like the head on a fat cow
I`m mister micraphone, rappers can`t fuck around
I`m Freddie the Foxx I`ll brake it back and buck em buck em down
You know my rep I got a record like the turnpikes
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 Four: Queen Latifah

Now it`s about the time to put you out of sight and out of mind
I got the skills 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 motherfuckin sire
I come in on time
You wear a silly grin we like we do when niggaz 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 shit
Get the short end of a bat, cause we beat him broken sticks

Verse Five: 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 passin through
Ruff rugged rigid nigga, 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 Six: D-Nice

Now ladies, what`s my name? (aaah)
That means it`s time to go
I`m the same muuuhfucker from it`s time to flow, so
Some might have dissed the way I flow it out
Niggaz 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 Seven: 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? Nigga you playin
Yo I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts
Say a hundred rhymes and not sound like you once
Twice, three times, nigga never figured
You`d be triggered by Dres, that R and B smokin nigga
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

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