just the flavor of the week Her boyfriend, he don't know Anything about her, too stoned, Nintendo I wish that I could make her see She's just the flavor of the week
Translation: American Hi-fi. Flavor Of The Week.
her He's too stoned Nintendo I wish that I could make her see She's just the flavor of the week Yah she's the flovor of the week And she makes me week
for? I could flip backwards Sing a little faster Bring them all to their feet Living like a rock star Climbing up the pop charts Be the flavor of the week
It's been one week since you looked at me Cocked your head to the side and said, "I'm angry" Five days since you laughed at me saying "Get that together
your face." That's when I knew it was true love We were inseparable after that Aw, we ate together We bathed together We even shared the same piece Of mint-flavored
will run into trouble your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest CANCER! The position of Jupiter says that you should spend the rest of the week
'm gonna take my time Whatever it takes that'll make you mine It's getting late save a thing for J Let me love you my ghetto love way, yeah Baby, 2 weeks
both and I was like look check this out toots I'm lookin for Cookie Puss I need to speak to him immediately they played my video on MTV last week
[Incomprehensible] You see I don't sweat these hoes I keep 'em in flavors like Timbos 'n' Jibos Bitches just like to play the Merigo Yer, we know drop
too used to packin' ***s and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
what the fuck ya niggas wanna do (And set it on fire) Go get the gas and the matches (And set it on fire) Analyze the flavor, we 'bout to blaze ya,
ain't had a break since Show's around the globe, I'm the only black Madonna, over night celebrity that experience every genre. Check my track record different shows every week
my friend, put it on tape and then give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread it thru the industry The next three weeks
] I know this girl with her own crib, in isolation She's from puerto rico, half-black on vacation Fine freak with thongs on, whup me every week Panties
stamina because niggas be on worst Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converse I told baby girl, damn that's a hard purse But you gotta get it in flavors
like "Dag", you aint a killer please That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds I hit the philippines, then cross river seas Whole sea for a week
now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors