Intro]   Yeah that's right we gon' take this all the way back to the top kid   That's right boy, ha ha, hit your man off   AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-YEAH YEAH~!   Flavor Flav is back, with the hottest track   Y'knahmsayin kid!      [Chorus: repeat 8X]   Flavor, Flavor, Flavor Man      [Flavor - over Chorus]   What... yeah! WHAT... yeah!   What... yeah! WHOAHHHHHHHHH-HOOO!!!      [Flavor Flav]   For all you motherfuckers who think I fell off   I'm Flavor Flav nigga, I'm still the boss~!   Go, live, king, throw live   I live Uptown in the Bronx, gimme a hi-five   Yankee Stadium is where I'm from   We get up over beats and then we beat the drum   Born and raised in Freeport, Long Island   (What) We keep 'em smilin   South Freeport, get down   That's where my family is found   After dark, just gimme a spark   Go to Jones Beach, get on the back of a shark   Have him take me down to Florida   I'm the flyest nigga down in Florida   Gimme the mic, move over, I'm takin this shit   I'm back in control, gimme your soul   Check it out - make room for daddy! (What)   Before I have to get the belt (what)   Beat your ass all the way back to the felt (what)   Make you do the wop   Shimmy shimmy go go pop      [Chorus]      [Flavor - over Chorus]   What... who! What... who!   What... who! What... who!   What... who! What... who!   What, who!      [Flavor Flav]   I'm fakin no moves and fakin no jax   Flavor Flav is back on the dome relax   I push all the buttons around this bitch   I'ma go get money from Bill Gates, get rich   So I can build me a psycho-loft   So I can go psycho with my Micro-soft   Flavor Windows is the new invention   Colorful windows to get the attention   (Knock knock) Flavor Flav is eatin with Bill Gates   Bill, had to have a certain flavor   to have the highest, bank rates in the world   (Word up) But he don't stand alone   Joey Fatone, is in my bones   Jackie Hamilton, dollar bill   Sittin real high on Capitol Hill      [Chorus]      [Flavor - over Chorus]   What... who! What... who!   What... who! What... yeah!   What... yeah! What... yeah!   Who, yeah!!      [Flavor Flav]   Knock knock baby!      [Chorus] - 1/2      [Flavor - over Chorus]   What... who! What... who!   What... who! What... who!      [Flavor Flav - ad libbing]   What... knock knock   Knock knock, knock knock   Knock knock, knock knock   Knock knock, knock knock right here at your door   Givin you more of what you bargained for   Flavor Flav - back in your face   Mess with my kids and I'll catch a case   Y'knahmsayin, I ain't playin   It's all in the message I'm relayin   Right here in DeVante's studio   That's where I'm sayin, that's right   All the way to Penn Station, Jackson Station and the nation   Feature your generation, yo Flavor Flav is out   Two steps automatic and I'm out kid