The Jookz Lyrics - Singles - Flavor Flav

Yeah that's right, we gon' do it like this and like that 

Y'knahmsayin, straight from the top 

Ha ha ha, that's right it's your man Flavor Flav boy 

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH snap, yeah like that, like that 

Yeah, like that, what nigga what 

We want all the money! 

That's right we gon' do it like this once again 

2005, comin live with no jive 

That's right, KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, word 

Check out the jookz, neighborhood crooks that plot 

Schemin on a comfortable spot that's got new locks 

The L train, Friday night 11 PM 

2 trucks pulls up, a Caddy, and a BM 

First nigga, has the Caddy, he was a lookout 

Second on the passenger side, he pulls a oowop 

The kid in the backseat, was smokin on a stog' 

Beemer was parked at the rock, ready to roll 

11 o'clock, on point, waitin and schemin now 

Waitin for Flavor to come out, so we can stick him 

Move up the stairs slow, don't look suspicious 

Only thing you wanna do is just {?} bitches 

Did that weak clown, waitin for {?} time 

Once set that ain't shit, {?} slash the tires 

Cover your face just in case somebody see us 

If somebody move, send they ass straight to... 

Nigga what, saw the joker jump the turnstile 

Snucked up behind him, yo {?} you're alone now 

Grabbed the bag real quick, picked up the cheese 

{?} was blowin the horn, here come the D's 

Flashbacks, it's all about last doin a bid 

Violators paroled from some asshole's crib 

That was then, this is now, this is a different story 

That's right black, cold slapped the employer 

Gagged his mouth, tied his hands, he's helpless 

Lucky cause we seemed pretty selfish 

Cocked the hammer, but they caught the whole jookz on camera 

That 2005 fire right here 

They can't front on this 

It's that real shit son you know it 

Aiyyo, aiyyo the gates of hell, call it a jail cell blizzard 

Waitin and hesitatin and waitin for a visit now 

The felons is crazy, look at the Timberlands 

Your name is John, they'll be callin you Quinton 

Seven six, lights out, fights break out 

Do you understand what I'm talkin about 

Ass be caught in the system, you're hoardin the cigarettes 

Givin out nigga threats, givin out bitch threats 

You can't escape, you can't face the nightmare 

Tell the Joe hell no cause they don't fight fair 

Handcuffs, don't make a man tough 

They call it justice, but there's just one us - damn! 

I didn't even want to say it 

They don't want no labels on us 

Stay in class, don't get kicked out of class 

That's right Flavor boy, back in your face 

That's right DeVante they can't front on this 

They can't front on this DeVante, they can't front on this right? 

Yo they can't front on this, aiyyo 

Yo Fido, whassup Fido, they can't front on this? 

They can't front on this, that's right 

Holla at your boy, holla at your boy, holla at your boy