Flavor-man Lyrics - Singles - Flavor Flav

Intro] 

Yeah that's right we gon' take this all the way back to the top kid 

That's right boy, ha ha, hit your man off 

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-YEAH YEAH~! 

Flavor Flav is back, with the hottest track 

Y'knahmsayin kid! 

[Chorus: repeat 8X] 

Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man 

[Flavor - over Chorus] 

What... yeah! WHAT... yeah! 

What... yeah! WHOAHHHHHHHHH-HOOO!!! 

[Flavor Flav] 

For all you motherfuckers who think I fell off 

I'm Flavor Flav nigga, I'm still the boss~! 

Go, live, king, throw live 

I live Uptown in the Bronx, gimme a hi-five 

Yankee Stadium is where I'm from 

We get up over beats and then we beat the drum 

Born and raised in Freeport, Long Island 

(What) We keep 'em smilin 

South Freeport, get down 

That's where my family is found 

After dark, just gimme a spark 

Go to Jones Beach, get on the back of a shark 

Have him take me down to Florida 

I'm the flyest nigga down in Florida 

Gimme the mic, move over, I'm takin this shit 

I'm back in control, gimme your soul 

Check it out - make room for daddy! (What) 

Before I have to get the belt (what) 

Beat your ass all the way back to the felt (what) 

Make you do the wop 

Shimmy shimmy go go pop 

[Chorus] 

[Flavor - over Chorus] 

What... who! What... who! 

What... who! What... who! 

What... who! What... who! 

What, who! 

[Flavor Flav] 

I'm fakin no moves and fakin no jax 

Flavor Flav is back on the dome relax 

I push all the buttons around this bitch 

I'ma go get money from Bill Gates, get rich 

So I can build me a psycho-loft 

So I can go psycho with my Micro-soft 

Flavor Windows is the new invention 

Colorful windows to get the attention 

(Knock knock) Flavor Flav is eatin with Bill Gates 

Bill, had to have a certain flavor 

to have the highest, bank rates in the world 

(Word up) But he don't stand alone 

Joey Fatone, is in my bones 

Jackie Hamilton, dollar bill 

Sittin real high on Capitol Hill 

[Chorus] 

[Flavor - over Chorus] 

What... who! What... who! 

What... who! What... yeah! 

What... yeah! What... yeah! 

Who, yeah!! 

[Flavor Flav] 

Knock knock baby! 

[Chorus] - 1/2 

[Flavor - over Chorus] 

What... who! What... who! 

What... who! What... who! 

[Flavor Flav - ad libbing] 

What... knock knock 

Knock knock, knock knock 

Knock knock, knock knock 

Knock knock, knock knock right here at your door 

Givin you more of what you bargained for 

Flavor Flav - back in your face 

Mess with my kids and I'll catch a case 

Y'knahmsayin, I ain't playin 

It's all in the message I'm relayin 

Right here in DeVante's studio 

That's where I'm sayin, that's right 

All the way to Penn Station, Jackson Station and the nation 

Feature your generation, yo Flavor Flav is out 

Two steps automatic and I'm out kid