burn marks on my hips from my twin glocks [Chorus] (Queen Latifah) I got flava for days (KRS-One) Flava unit has a title Roll With the Flava [x4] Verse
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
a brawler Bring your tallest champs like that much taller Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant Camps and cliques, units
is Latifah's law Now DJ Mark made up a beat that he can bring you And I of course supply the rhyme that you can swing to The Flavor Unit keeps all,
[45 King] Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The Queen Latifah, the King of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock
burgla-rar Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual We congruent, lay on the corner with the trauma unit
get a fix upon my mental -- I keep it complicated Explosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and created So now you dig the flavor, you're tasting
memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' G G G G G, young homey got shit locked Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units, all black
kings But the black is back, I'm all in with the noise I bring! [Chuck D: x4 repeat in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Flavor Flav]
of the cat burglarar Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual We congruent, lay on the corner with the trauma unit
Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The Queen Latifah, the King of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock rhymes, so
is Latifah's law Now DJ Mark made up a beat that he can bring you And I of course supply the rhyme that you can swing to The Flavor Unit keeps all
[45 king] Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The queen latifah, the king of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock
