Представляем точный текст композиции "Roll Wit Tha Flava" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Flavor Unit . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Roll Wit Tha Flava» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Flavor Unit передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Flavor Unit - "Roll Wit Tha Flava"
Lyrics to Roll Wit Tha Flava : (feat. Treach, Chip-Fu, Freddie Foxxx, Queen Latifah) [Verse One: Treach] Once again, its on where Im from there aint no picket fences pick it Straight and ruff so you pick it my sticky finger was a glock Many dash for the fast cash, but I like the cash to last So I rap till my ass collapse Im never trouble but if troops will come and jam me You Remind Me like Mary then Im scaring your little projects On the prarie Im hairy and hot like Dougie with a smokie So I boo-boo, just like Fu-Schnicks Ill say F-U-2 [Verse Two: Chip-Fu] A-bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bong-gang ultra-king But BBD boxing up yang, giddy-up Didduh-duh, didduh-duh, didduh-dum dum dum Im coming again and again a Ku-Fu vomit Gosh, darn it! Like were lyin to bits The John-John Jacob lyrical shaker Yes and Jengle-ma-heimershmitz I sings my lyrical style from Flatbush Quick to Greenwich Village Im strong to the finish When I eats, me spinach Im one of the lyrical flava My nigga Foxx is stompin faggots Check my dum-dum-dum-dum-dum and step [Verse Three: Freddie Foxx] Now I been breakin rappers down for a while now Now its time to break, child Rappers get chopped like the head on a fat cow Im mister micraphone, rappers cant fuck around Im Freddie the Foxx Ill brake it back and buck em buck em down You know my rep I got a record like the turnpikes When I was young they use to call me Freddie-burn-mics But now they call me big Foxx, daddy boot-knocks With 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 Four: Queen Latifah Now its about the time to put you out of sight and out of mind I got the skills to blast you off the mic and out of rhymes Now who the hell-am-I-a' The L-A-T-I-F-A-H the motherfuckin sire I come in on time You wear a silly grin we like we do when niggaz in We gotta practice so scalp the hairs off your chinny-chin-chin The Flava Units got my back, so Im quick to start shit Get the short end of a bat, cause we beat him broken sticks [Verse Five: Heavy D] I-guy-guy-guy-guy-guy bet you never knew That I could flow I flew I grow I grew I blew up the spot, Im sippin my props And now I am just passin through Ruff rugged rigid nigga, the one whos quick to figure Some think theyre big, but the heavster is bigger The funky flip-flop flava unit, my hip-hop neigbor doin it Came to the studio, check my flow, and ran right through it I bet you thought I wouldnt come, I came Im never done till Im done rippin drums like a shotgun, ohh! [Chorus] [Verse Six: D-Nice] Now ladies, whats my name' (aaah) That means its time to go Im the same muuuhfucker from its time to flow, so Some might have dissed the way I flow it out Niggaz need to throw it out Simply cause its somethin you dont know about So watch the Nice man shake the ground And now Im Rollin with the Flava cause The Flavas what Im rollin in my sound To make you get down, rippin the sound from J.C. to Uptown Now [Verse Seven: Dres] Now if you got a nine, and you got a nine And you got a nine, and you got a nine And he got a nine, and she got a nine Well its a motherflockin party yo cause I got mine So bust it the Black Sheep are (where') here (where) Here (where) there, everywhere theres a Jeep Theres a Sheep beat beatin up the air Graphic as illustratin frustratin like waitin The Sheep are a joke' Nigga you playin Yo I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts Say a hundred rhymes and not sound like you once Twice, three times, nigga never figured Youd be triggered by Dres, that R and B smokin nigga Doin it, screwin it, chewin it, well Done on the weak bun hon cant you tell Unification cells on the flava flingin If a Queen has the balls my lady is a King So long live the King, and love to my Unit Spoon it and youll croon it, diss it, and yo balloon it [Chorus] [ Roll Wit Tha Flava Lyrics ]
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