FLAVOR FLAV IS NOT DEAD

(Boo G. Ratchet)
I'm bout to step out.. sharper than a piece of glass
20 up in my pocket with a full tank of gas
Tip a glass scopin ass in the VIP
Shades on Hollywood
Like you're supposed to know me
Chill homie
Step to the side
I Got somethin that is catching my eye
And right now you trying to blow my high
I'm trying to spit to miss with the dress that's tight in the front
Type a girl that can do what she want
Hello my name is ratchet
I stay Turnt up
Eating shrooms like its normal
so I'm well fucked up
You gettin hollered at by nerds
not believing their words
After 2
munchin Pizza
on the side of the curb

In real life
don't wanna Fugaze /
I keep it straight
She's grinning and Laughing I'm
Crackin jokes like Louis ck
Don't really drink But I'm drunk and I'm crunk cuz my song just got played
I'm bout to go flavor Flav

(Chorus)
Theres a line out front
Everybody on stunt

So many fine girls
I dunno know what I want
(I'm goin' flavor flav)
I just got paid
Lit off the bud

Step in to the club
Got my jam on pump

(Frankie Donatello)
Don't worry about how many shoes I got
I got problems much too complicated
to include a female
I get sex via email
with the bedroom door locked
So mamma don't walk in
She gotta knock first


Gimme time to situation
She don't need to see that!
Graduated to my twenty-seventh chest hair
While fifth graders I ball with say
"Life's not fair"
No
I shot block 'em!

Nuts to the face
Yeah boyee
I got grace
Like the pride of a lion
Floating in the bathroom
Dying
Wait
Hold up!
Nope, I'm gone
Paramedics pull me out from the hair on my Palm
Valley Hospital
DOA carefully
Contractually, I still get paid
Yo
I'm 'bout to go Flavor Fav

Chorus

Creeping out the bedroom
Tip Toe
Wood floors creak
Heavy steps that match how he think
In the opposite of light finds the sink
Turn the right side for cold
The lefties for the heat
Quick splash then he dashed out the window with a squeak
And bee-lined for the street
Left his card 'Frank D.'
He left g'd up and wet
was the ski'd up passed out on the couch
with both feet up
Made it to the studio late
"Hungry Artist why you gotta be this way?"
"I said to be here at 8
You need to tell my story on the MIC and be great
This my Suicide Note not some porno you made
You need to get your shit straight and stop chasing the lay
I gotta leave today and say something before the grave
You in my motha fuckin' head Frankie
Ain't no two ways about us going dead frankly, damn"

Chorus