Cold Lampin’ with Flavor Public Enemy

[Intro: Mr. Magic]
"I guarantee you, no more music by the suckers
No more music by the suckers
No more music by the suckers"

[Intro: Flavor Flav]
Yo, man, what do he mean by suckers, man?
Yo, we only trying to put a black eye in the game
But, yo, we gonna let you put a black eye in the game
Boy, you know what I'm sayin? ("Now we come to the payoff")
Yeeah, boy, ha ha
Cold medina, cold medina
Rocking a beat to the strength
Yeah, boy, I got a solo, boy
That's right, Flavor goin' solo
What y'all know about that?
Yo, we gonna kick the flavor like this
Yo, bust this out

[Verse 1: Flavor Flav]
I'm lamping, I'm lamping, I'm cold, cold lamping
I got Louie's boy, I'm not tramping
I just came from the crib, you know?
I'm on the go, throw your 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 Flavmobile cold lamping
I took a G upstate cold camping
To the Poconos, we call a hideaways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito-Lays