2: Big Doug] Them the brothers gonna do a simulation just for you And the verse that I kick is the color true Down with the sounds of the future, the Flavor
oh oh bling And I got two twin cutles's interior gator I call em' Now and Later 'cuz they candy flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other
'll never know a better friend I hope you never stop, I hope it never ends I must be tastin' somethin' like your favorite flavor Can you do it again?
Mr. Mixx [Intro from the original PSK, which slows down and switches to this track] Uh! Give it to me now!) (Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here
I got the flow, so let the Luni man take over Get deep into my hold if ya lost, then picture gold I heard styles that others stole but it's no original
word in the B-Boy sing I am one with myself as I turn to The I prefer the dreams to the reality I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife Don'
lay you on your back Ride or Die daddy and I love it like that [Enuff] Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of flavor Aight
like a fuckin goat in here Yo god, remember back in the days god? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed to be blessin each other
You're turning me off like a naked anorexic I gets jazzy baby, if you're blastin maybe you can See me and Mista Lawnge to drop the flavor loops like
of tense 'Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and profile They're fronting hard but ain't go no style Steadily teaching my younger brothers to kill each other
can say, "Ain't no fra-zontin in my palace" [Incomprehensible] Well can I be the flavor of the month? Why I got the flavor plus I can bump a chump I
nice guys who finished first So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed They say the good die young, so I added some Bad ass to my flavor to prolong
I got the flow so let the Luni man take over get deep into my hold if ya lost, then picture gold I heard styles that others stole but it's no original
I heard him talkin' but then he walkin', now tell me why They never been incarcerated in a correctional facility For doin' this kinda street chemistry (Hell yeah) I'm an original
up the cooloo Nine rises, like the sunshine, I'm cuckoo Chorus: {reverse mc order} [nine] It's flavor, neighbor, next door, hardcore Like bolivian, white powder, I'm raw Crazy original
like a fuckin' goat in here Yo God, remember back in the days God? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed to be blessin' each other
