Lyrics:
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay
Rugged didn't come to save ya
But I'm back like Craig Mack in ya ear with the flava
It might be a tough pill to swallow
I don't do it for likes, shares
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here
Britain, the sound of the streets comin' through your aeriel
(Craig David) Big Narstie, all over your
All on your (doot) yeah, all over your (doot)
All
David and Goliath
Lord please may we live by your holy will
Give us shelter and protect us when they try and kill
Gotta defeat the giant , David
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
than Kiss, I'm like a father to this
Want ya go and cop your father to this
I possess the whole package the girls, the thongs
And there's something
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
the maddest, BDL
ASBO Britain, the sound of the streets comin' through your aeriel
(Craig David), Big Narstie, all over your
All on your (doot) yeah, all
the chamber?
I got 48 in mine, I ain’t tryna bring danger
Todo todo, otso otso, Macarena (Ayy)
Kapampangan home style cookin’ flava (Woo!)
Instead of drivin’ by
beams
Livestream, wide screen, flyest your eyes seen
Jordan Craig, no Versace, blood on the Huaraches
This was just a hobby from the lobby
This wasn't
what I said/
And vice versa. I'm tasting that nice burst of flava/
As for that lean and those pills, they might hurt ya later/
So I'ma just stay stoned
Never fell over once
Once when we were in the car
Listening back smiling
we felt surrounded by stars
Hey Craig do you still wear your guitar
meaning
I'm not the one for preaching, know you probably had your reasons
But fuck em,
What I learnt overall is I don't need em
You can keep em
You won't
yes, Dickens) no
(I beg your pardon?) no, Edmund Wells
(I think you'll find Charles
Dickens wrote David Copperfield, sir)
No, no -Dickens wrote David
Inter selcta
Hyper, hyper, hyper that's what we make ya
Time to mash up the speaker
Craig David, Artful Dodger
Inter selecta
Inter selecta
you're lacking
Ah-yo check 1-2
I've got my mand that's about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying
Check 1-2
Aiyo Masta Killa I
Take me for a ride and let me know if it's cool
I could be yours, Craig David, seven days of the week
We don't have to speak, no
I know some better
than Kiss, I'm like a father to this
Want ya go and cop your father to this
I possess the whole package the girls, the thongs
And there's something
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David logeman (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Ahmet zappa (vocals)
Moon zappa (vocals)
(Well, alright)
(Ooh, yeah)
I said we do it again, do it again, come on
(Well, alright)
Craig David
Ooh, yeah
Come on, baby
Fill me in
by brick
I get my hands on it and make it flip
Slap her tongue w my dick, I just hit a lick
She make it twerk w my hands on her hips
Kush got me
How many know what funk is? Raise your hands
You ready for this world?
"I can get real raw" plus my style is hardcore
I'm Craig Mack, comin in
I never let go
Cuz my life is summarized
By the pen and the paper
And the message in my eyes
Wise thoughts
Fucking flava what I brought
Doing Hip Hop
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