Flavor Man Songtext
von Public Enemy

Yeah! That′s right we gon' take this all the way back to the top kid
(That′s right boy) yeah, ha ha, hit your man off (DeVante)
Aww yeah-yeah!
Flavor Flav is back, with the hottest track
Y'knahmsayin' kid!

(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) yeah!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) yeah!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) yeah!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) woah
(Flavor Man) hooo!


For all you motherfuckers who think I fell off
I′m Flavor Flav nigga (what?), I′m still the boss! (Yeah)
Go, live, king, throw live (uh)
I live Uptown in the Bronx, gimme a hi-five (hey)
Yankee Stadium is where I'm from (oh-hoo)
We get up over beats and then we beat the drum (yeah)
Born and raised in Freeport, Long Island (what?)
We keep ′em smilin' (yeah)

South Freeport, break down (what?)
That′s where my family is found (uh)
After dark (hey), just gimme a spark
Go to Jones Beach, get on the back of a shark
Have him take me down to Florida (what?)
I'm the flyest nigga down in Florida (yeah)
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 (what)
Shimmy-shimmy go-go pop (hey)


(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) who!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) who!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) who!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor Man) who! (Yeah)

I′m fakin′ no moves and fakin' no jax
Flavor Flav is back on the dome relax (yeah)
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 (what)
So, I can go psycho with my Micro-soft (yeah)
Flavor Windows is the new invention
Colorful windows to get the attention (knock knock)
Flavor Flav is eatin' with Bill Gates (hey)
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 (yeah)
Jackie Hamilton, dollar bill (what)
Sittin' real high on Capitol Hill (uh)

(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) who!
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(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) yeah!
Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) yeah!
Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) who!
(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) yeah!

Knock knock baby!

(Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man) what!
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(Flavor Man) what!
(Flavor Man) knock-knock
(Flavor Man) knock-knock
(Flavor Man) knock-knock
(Flavor Man) knock-knock
(Flavor Man) knock-knock
(Flavor Man) knock-knock
(Flavor Man) 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 stayin', 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