Check it out yo, here comes the brand new style
Peace to my people on trial and in the penile
But that's another issue, so let's switch the funk
So I can rip the whole house down, punk
I kick the rugged ass flow for the roughnecks
Shuffle the deck, I got flavor on stage
Check my man maneuver as I flip a L.S.Q. bro
The door is the neck, damn right, I got the * yo
My crew runs thick, mad thick, moving nicks
Taking flicks, pumping the flavor kicks
I'm in the mix, so I make a move
Or tell me can you dig it, Spunk made the track
And the flow is mad wicked
Get a kick, get a kick
And guess, know, etta
The wicked vanilla, funk flavors fill up
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And guess, know, etta
The wicked vanilla, funk flavors fill up
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And guess, know, etta
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And guess, know, etta
The wicked vanilla, funk flavors fill up
I got the killer rhyme
and never let a bitch stop me
My rap is like a shawty
and it got mad bodies
The flim flam flip
I spin my style like a lass
So bitches dig the forensic
and up a road
Play my ass tattoo
Your mad money getting sweated by the honeys
Always got it chubby for the one that wants to love me
I shoot to kill, fuckin' lyrical sluts
Sprayin' MCs in the mud, playin' rappers like Dig Dug
This ain't a game, I never make a movie
The hoopla propaganda from the block, it don't move me
I'd rather play it low, stackin' up the bills
And let my peoples know, I got mad skills
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The winky vanilla, * flavor smeller
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The winky vanilla, * flavor smeller
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The winky vanilla, * flavor smeller
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The winky vanilla, * flavor smeller
Ayo, I'm slammin', slammin' from the burnin' through the canyons
Raps move like satin, my blood mixed with latin
Peace to the Zulu nation, every radio station
That helps me clock mad inflation
My skills are all new and extraordinary
I'm baggin' props like a machine
My comics work the peanut for the commissary
I keep the cut clean, so honey keep your gut clean
When I hate her skins, her honey gets no ends
I make them curious, I make the critics think
I got them wild furious, I got that missing link
But uh, what I'm sayin' is I got the fat flow
The A-D-O-R is here to let them know
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The winky vanilla, * flavor smeller
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The winky vanilla, * flavor smeller
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The winky vanilla, * flavor smeller
Get a, get a, get a, it gets no better
The winky vanilla, * flavor smeller