"FLAVA FLAV DANCE" lyrics
[Repeat:]
Ha. Come on
West side we rocking
Fuck you!
No matter what my mama say
Or what my papa say —
I don't trust you
I'm just trying to figure out
What all this shit about
And what you up to
Don't make me take the nigga rout
And pull them triggers out
I'm aware of the glares
And the stares out there
Ooh — my nigga, fuck you!
Shot made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Glock made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Chop made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Yeah — hit his top
He ain't move the same since
Stick made the boy do the Flavor Flav dance
Ratchet got the boy doing the Flavor Flav dance
Blicky had his body doing the Flavor Flav dance
Shots struck — time's up and nothing can save him
"Fuck you"
Yep
That's what he yelled
Right before the ground got littered full of shells
Impact from bullet hitting flesh, internal trauma
Sledgehammer crash into your chest
Out here
You ain't gotta swim to get wet
North, south, east, west —
All faces of death
I'm from a country
Own more guns than any other nation
Gun-violence rating high as the inflation
Drive-by, point-blank
And accidental ricocheting
Stray bullet —
Even where the kids playing
'Cause some bitter child want to traumatize his classmates
Blast straight into the school
Teacher's last grading
Red states won't pass legislation
No political benefit
They'd rather ban education
Killers empty out extendos at the gas station
No mask, face exposed — they that blatant
Industry meet the streets — they backstage waiting
Rappers get robbed — that's a 'Blaxploitation'
Maybach hit with the chop — that's when they chasing
Deuce deuce knocked him footloose: Kevin Bacon
"Dance!"
They sayin
Tory Lanez did it to Megan
Like the old west gunslinger
Hand me a semi-auto heater —
I empty the club with one finger
"Fuck you."
Struck with ballistics
Desensitized to violence
Until somebody you love a statistic
Outside — little hole
Inside — 3 inches
Internal nervous damage —
Had his body doing flinches
And going into shock —
Involuntary spasm from the shot
Intense energy dump — when it stop, knocked him on his ass
Lightweight — had him looking like the Flavor Flav Dance
Fuck you!
No matter what my mama say
Or what my papa say —
I don't trust you
I'm just trying to figure out
What all this shit about
And what you up to
Don't make me take the nigga route
And pull them triggers out
I'm aware of the glares
And the stares out there
Ooh — my nigga, fuck you!
Shot made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Glock made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Chop made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Yeah — hit his top
He ain't move the same since
Stick made the boy do the Flavor Flav dance
Ratchet got the boy doing the Flavor Flav dance
Blicky had his body doing the Flavor Flav dance
Shots struck — time's up and nothing can save him
Ha. Come on
West side we rocking
Fuck you!
No matter what my mama say
Or what my papa say —
I don't trust you
I'm just trying to figure out
What all this shit about
And what you up to
Don't make me take the nigga rout
And pull them triggers out
I'm aware of the glares
And the stares out there
Ooh — my nigga, fuck you!
Shot made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Glock made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Chop made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Yeah — hit his top
He ain't move the same since
Stick made the boy do the Flavor Flav dance
Ratchet got the boy doing the Flavor Flav dance
Blicky had his body doing the Flavor Flav dance
Shots struck — time's up and nothing can save him
"Fuck you"
Yep
That's what he yelled
Right before the ground got littered full of shells
Impact from bullet hitting flesh, internal trauma
Sledgehammer crash into your chest
Out here
You ain't gotta swim to get wet
North, south, east, west —
All faces of death
I'm from a country
Own more guns than any other nation
Gun-violence rating high as the inflation
Drive-by, point-blank
And accidental ricocheting
Stray bullet —
Even where the kids playing
'Cause some bitter child want to traumatize his classmates
Blast straight into the school
Teacher's last grading
Red states won't pass legislation
No political benefit
They'd rather ban education
Killers empty out extendos at the gas station
No mask, face exposed — they that blatant
Industry meet the streets — they backstage waiting
Rappers get robbed — that's a 'Blaxploitation'
Maybach hit with the chop — that's when they chasing
Deuce deuce knocked him footloose: Kevin Bacon
"Dance!"
They sayin
Tory Lanez did it to Megan
Like the old west gunslinger
Hand me a semi-auto heater —
I empty the club with one finger
"Fuck you."
Struck with ballistics
Desensitized to violence
Until somebody you love a statistic
Outside — little hole
Inside — 3 inches
Internal nervous damage —
Had his body doing flinches
And going into shock —
Involuntary spasm from the shot
Intense energy dump — when it stop, knocked him on his ass
Lightweight — had him looking like the Flavor Flav Dance
Fuck you!
No matter what my mama say
Or what my papa say —
I don't trust you
I'm just trying to figure out
What all this shit about
And what you up to
Don't make me take the nigga route
And pull them triggers out
I'm aware of the glares
And the stares out there
Ooh — my nigga, fuck you!
Shot made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Glock made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Chop made the opp do the Flavor Flav dance
Yeah — hit his top
He ain't move the same since
Stick made the boy do the Flavor Flav dance
Ratchet got the boy doing the Flavor Flav dance
Blicky had his body doing the Flavor Flav dance
Shots struck — time's up and nothing can save him
Writer(s): Johntá Moore Austin
