Lyrical Breakdown of Cold Lampin' With Flavor - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

"I guarantee you, no more music by the suckers

No more music by the suckers

No more music by the suckers"

Yo, man, what do you mean by suckers, man?

Yo, we only trying to put a black eye in the game

Yo, we gonna let you put a black eye in the game

Boy, you know what I'm sayin?

Yeeah, boy, ha-ha

Cold medina, cold medina

Rocking a beat to the strength

Yeah, boy, I got a solo, boy

That's right, Flavor goin' solo

What y'all know about that?

Yo, we gonna kick the flavor like this

Yo, bust this out

I'm lamping, I'm lamping, I'm cold cold lamping

I got Louie's boy, I'm not tramping

I just came from the crib, you know?

I'm on the go, throw your tank into metro

Live lyrics from the bank of reality

I kick the flyest dope maneuver technicality

To a dope track, you wanna hike get your backpack

Get out the wack sack

I'm in my Flavmobile cold lamping

I took a G upstate cold camping

To the Poconos, we call a hideaways

A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito lays

Flavor Flav on a hype tip

I'm your hype drink, come take a big sip

I'm in position, you can't play me out the pocket

I'll take the dopest beat you got and I'll rock it

Like chocolate, even vanilla

Chocolate, strawberry, sarsaparilla

Flavors are electric, try me, get a shocker

Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone, knocker?

A clock on my chest proves I don't fess

I'm a clocker rocker, rocking with the rest

Flav in the house by Chuck D's side

Chuck got the Flavor, Flav don't hide

P.E. crazy, crazy P.E

Making crazy Louie's for the shopping spree

You're eating dirt 'cause you like getting dirt from the graveyard

You put gravy on it

Then you pick your teeth with tombstone chips

Casket cover clips, dead women hips you do the bump with

Bones, nothing but love bones

Lifestyles of the living dead, first you live then you're dead

Died trying to clock what I said

Now I got a murder rap 'cause I bust your cap with Flavor

Pure Flavor

We got Magnum Brown, Shooshki Palooshki

Supercalafragahestikalagoothki

You could put that in your don't know what you said book

Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk

Innovative ill factors by the Flavor Flav

Come and ride the Flavor wave

In any year on any given day

What a brother know, what do Flavor say?

Why do the record play that way?

Prime time merrily in the day

Right now this radio station is busy

Brain knowledgeably wizzy

Honey drippers, you say you got it

You ain't got no flavor and I can prove it

Flavor Flav, the flav all of flavors

Onion and garlic, french fried potatoes

Make your breath stink, breathe fire

Make any onion the best crier

I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect

Peter perfect picked a perfect Peter

Honey dripper, sucker sipper, big dipper, sucker dripper

Dripping suckers 'til it's going out of style

Creating suckers for the Flavor Flav pile

Flavor Flav, the flavor of the pile

Lamping boy, Medina style

Kicking the flavor, getting busy

You're going out, I think you're dizzy

I think you're hungry 'cause you're starving for Flavor

Flavor most, put it on your toast

Eat it and taste it and swallow it down

Imperial Flavor gives you the crown

Of the king called Flavor, the king of all flavors

Rolls and rolls and rolls of life savers

Flavor Flav is in everything you eat

'Cause everything you eat got flavor

Flavor Flav is the first taste you get in the morning

Your breakfast is the flavor

In between that your lunch, in between that your dinner

In between that your midnight flavor

That's right, boy