Roll Wit Tha Flava Flavor Unit (Ft. Chip-Fu, Freddie Foxxx, Queen Latifah & Treach)

[Verse 1: Treach]
Once again, it's on
Where I'm from there ain't 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
I'm never trouble but if troops will come and jam me
You Remind Me like Mary then I'm scaring your little projects
On the prairie I'm hairy and hot like Dougie with a smokie
So I boo-boo, just like Fu-Schnicks I'll say F-U-2

[Verse 2: 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
I'm coming again and again a Ku-Fu vomit
Gosh, darn it! Like we're 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
I'm strong to the finish
When I eats, me spinach
I'm one of the lyrical flava
My nigga Foxx is stompin' faggots
Check my dum-dum-dum-dum-dum and step