Artist: Flavor Unit f/ Treach, Chip-Fu, Freddie Foxxx, Queen Latifah, Heavy D, D-Nice, Dres Album: Roll Wit Tha Flava (compilation) Song: Roll Wit Tha Flava Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash 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