[Intro: Flavor Flav]
Look, man – you're bothering me, G!
I got shit to do right now, aight?!
This is for De La Soul, y'knahmsayin?
Word up, I got shit to do, you test tube baby! {*laughing*}
Check, one, two, check, one, two!
De La Soul – is now back on the map!
Long Island – is now back on the map!
Good rap music – is now back on the map!
Yo! Check, one, two – this is the voice of yours truly, the Flavor Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay, BOY!!!
[Verse 1: Posdnuos, (Flavor Flav)]
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi-
Not part of my ways, but stage right in my
N.Y. mentality, for me to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed
To confess lies over hot joints
To sell to all who wanna hear some
(Young'uns these days got fireproof eardrums!)
They don't give a shit who's hot
Just long as you're not – pussy and be the would-be King
But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down
(N.Y. makes the world go 'round!!)
And I be the world renowned, Wonder Why
Wonderin' why ya can't stand me
Is it because I'm the main Jackson
And you're just Tito's and Randy's? (Yes, it is! {*laughs*})
Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last
At the same time, I want respect in cash
And a few paragraphs in them books
Tellin' you how Native Tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefix, since gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin'
Got a degree in braggin'
My daughter says I'm a teen, 'cause like a teen
My pants always saggin'
And I walk with a bop
The sag's part of my time, my walk from my Pops
No longer on Tommy, and was never on Loud
But cook rhymes that make the Chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on your show
And still "anything goes when it comes to hoes," because –
[Hook: Flavor Flav, (Maseo scratches)]
Houston! ("C'mon!")
New York! ("C'mon!")
Detroit! ("C'mon!")
Come on down!
Miami! ("C'mon!")
L.A.! ("C'mon!")
Vegas! ("C'mon!")
Come on down!
Boston! ("C'mon!")
Tucson! ("C'mon!")
Long Island! ("C'mon!")
Come on down!
V.A.! ("C'mon!")
Portland! ("C'mon!")
Chi-Town! ("C'mon!")
Come on down!
[Verse 2: Dave, (Flavor Flav) & together]
Make it shake like – "Sunshine," thinkin' she was once mine
Had bottom in her drawers and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground, player, or some kids'll
Come stomp in your sandbox, swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
No disrespectin' your seed or Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and ya laugh, take a sniff
Of these Fricasseed raps on Carribean riffs
See last night's change was today's tour money
No time for your freestyles – so roll, money
No more wack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers, just shoot your two-points
(No more, G! 'Cause I'm sick of your Hip-Hop!)
Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches
Switch-hittin' niggas will receive no pitches
No diamonds on the field, just keep the game – real
Simple, see the God flows healthy
Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank (Ahaaa!)
Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation
Thank you for your purchases, we dole out
And roll out the Kool-Aid covered coffins
See us pimp struttin' ain't really pimpin' – I'm tryin to catch the bus
The 'Krush Groove' ain't got shit on Cold Crush!
We "Dolly, Dolly, Baby"'s 'cause we super cats
Back to the Future rap, Doc Brown shotgunnin' it
And pantyhose your whole style and start runnin' it
You dudes fiddle, while we stay on the cello
Mush-in-your-room, son – we stay portobello
Can't settle for the same picket white fence
I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories, pa
Still push the truck with the factories, pa
I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out – make 'em shout
[Hook: Flavor Flav, (Maseo scratches)]
D.C.! ("C'mon!")
Oakland! ("C'mon!")
U.K.! ("C'mon!")
Come on down!
New Orleans! ("C'mon!")
Little Rock! ("C'mon!")
B'more! ("C'mon!")
Come on down!
Memphis! ("C'mon!")
Utah! ("C'mon!")
Jersey! ("C'mon!")
Come on down!
Atlanta ("C'mon!")
Brooklyn ("C'mon!")
Philly! ("C'mon!")
Come on down!
[Outro: Flavor Flav]
Yeah, that's right! Flavor Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole, y'knahmsayin?
Six feet deep!
That's the way that we keep – rollin'
Y'knahmsayin? Operation tag sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn Station, y'knahmsayin?
Yeah – ah-ha-ha-ha {*laughing*}
Long Iz winnin' – that's where we is, man {*laughing*}
De La Soul! You done it again!
De La Soul! You done it again! {*laughing*}
De La Soul! You done it again! {*laughing*}
Flavor Flav, De La Soul – you done it again!
[Segue: Bonz Malone]
Personally, my-my–my strategy, when it comes down to...
My work ethic
I mean, it's simple – "just be the best," yknahImsayin'?
To be the best... the first...
The only one in the game that's gonna do it for years and years, man
It's like–you know...
How are you gonna say that we're not at the top of the game?
The top of the game niggas is the one that's producing
Throughout their career!
