Public Enemy › Lyrics › Cold Lampin' With Flavor

Yo man, what do he mean by suckas, man?
Yo, we only tryna put a black eye in a gang
But yo, we gon' let you put a black eye in a gang plan
You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, boy, go madina, go madina
Rockin' a beat to the [Incomprehensible]
Yeah boy, I got a solo, boy
That's why Flava goin' solo, what y'all know 'bout that?
Yo, we gon' kick the flava like this, yo, bust this out

I'm lampin', I'm lampin', I'm cold cold lampin'
I got loowies, boy, I'm not trampin'
I just came from the crib ya know
I'm on the go, throw ya tank into metro

Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick the flyest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike, get your backpack
Get out the wack sack

I'm in my Flav-mobile cold lampin'
I took this G upstate cold lampin'
To the poker nose, we call the hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays

Public Enemy, cold lampin'
Cold lampin'
Public Enemy, cold lampin'
Cold lampin'

Flavor Flav on a hype tip
I'm ya hype drink, come take a big sip
I'm in position, you can't play me out the pocket
I'll take the dopest beat you got and I'll rock it

Like chocolate, even vanilla
Chocolate, strawberry, saperella
Flavors are electric, try me, get a shocker
Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone, knocker?

A clock on my chest prove I don't fess
I'm a clocka rocka, rockin' wit the rest
Flavor in the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the Flavor-Flav don't hide

PE crazy, crazy PE
Makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' death 'cause ya like gettin' dirt
From the graveyard, you put gravy on it

Then you pick your teeth with tombstone chips
Casket cover clips, dead women hips
Ya do the bump with
Bones, nutin' but love bones

Lifestyles of the live and dead, first ya live then ya dead
Died tryin' to clock what I said
Now I got a murder rap
'Cause I bust ya cap with Flavor, pure Flavor

Public Enemy, cold lampin'
Cold lampin'
Public Enemy, cold lampin'
Cold lampin'

We got Magnum Brown, Shoothki, Valoothki
Super calafraga hestik alagoothki
You could put that in ya don't know what I said book
Took look yuk duk wuk

Shinavative ill factors by the Flavor Flav
Come and ride the Flavor wave
In any year or any given day
What a brotha know what do Flavor say?

Why do the record play that way?
Prime time merrily in the day
Right now this radio station is busy
Brainknowledgeably wizzy

Honey drippers, you say you got it
You ain't got no flavor and I can prove it
Flavor Flav the flav all of flavors
Onion and garlic French fried potatoes

Make ya breath stink, breath fire
Makes any onion the best crier
I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect
Peter Perfect pimped a perfect Peter

Honey dripper, sucker sipper, big dipper, sucker dripper
Drippin' suckers till it's goin’ outta style
Creatin' somethin' for the Flavor Flav pile
Flavor Flav the flava for the pile, lampin' booyee madina style

Kickin' da flavor gittin' busy
Ya goin' out, I think ya dizzy
I think ya hungry ‘cause ya starvin' for Flavor
Flavor most, put it on your toast

Eat it and taste it and swallow it down
Imperial Flavor gives you the crown
Of the king called Flavor, the king of all flavors
Rolls and rolls and rolls of life savers

Flavor Flav is in everything you eat
'Cause everything you eat got flavor
Flavor Flav is the first taste ya get in the mornin’
Your breakfast is the flavor

In between after lunch, in between after dinner
In between at the midnight flavor
That's right, boy