A Letter To The New York Post
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Yo, gee
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on, y'all
Get the Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh
Coast to coast, uh, New York Post, uh
Yo, New York Post, don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper, 'cause I smacked that girl
She's the mother of my kids that I took around the world
Disagreements, having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Just mind what you tell 'em, 'cause they don't bring glory (uh)
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite, he is my boy
'Cause he don't jive around, he's a real McCoy
Yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the East Coast
Matter of fact the whole state's
Forty cents in New York City, fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
Writers making violence in headlines funny
Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked
Post got Flavor from sellin' no records
Europe, Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post can't destroy me
Rapper Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
With the headline of a fucked up cover
Out the pot took plate, New York Post
Get your story straight, motherfucker
It always seems that they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That's 190 years of continuous fucked up news
Yo, one can play the game, two can play the game
Yo, Flav, read on, can't forget you either Jet
Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet
My own people own the most business
Wrote on faith of valuesness
Should have checked with me before you wrote it
Got it from another source and quote it
Put it out like the New Year bull drop
In every beauty parlor and barber shop
Flavor Flav, world renown
Can't keep a man like Flavor down
Yo, Jet, be a good host
Don't print bull like the New York Post
Ah, looks like somebody slipped up here
Well, anyway, here's a letter to the New York Post
Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal
From the source, y'all
Sorry, Jet, you took the info straight out of The Post
Burned us like toast
So, when it comes down to gettin' the facts straight about P.E.
Get your shit correct
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on, y'all
Get the Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh
Coast to coast, uh, New York Post, uh
Yo, New York Post, don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper, 'cause I smacked that girl
She's the mother of my kids that I took around the world
Disagreements, having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Just mind what you tell 'em, 'cause they don't bring glory (uh)
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite, he is my boy
'Cause he don't jive around, he's a real McCoy
Yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the East Coast
Matter of fact the whole state's
Forty cents in New York City, fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
Writers making violence in headlines funny
Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked
Post got Flavor from sellin' no records
Europe, Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post can't destroy me
Rapper Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
With the headline of a fucked up cover
Out the pot took plate, New York Post
Get your story straight, motherfucker
It always seems that they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That's 190 years of continuous fucked up news
Yo, one can play the game, two can play the game
Yo, Flav, read on, can't forget you either Jet
Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet
My own people own the most business
Wrote on faith of valuesness
Should have checked with me before you wrote it
Got it from another source and quote it
Put it out like the New Year bull drop
In every beauty parlor and barber shop
Flavor Flav, world renown
Can't keep a man like Flavor down
Yo, Jet, be a good host
Don't print bull like the New York Post
Ah, looks like somebody slipped up here
Well, anyway, here's a letter to the New York Post
Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal
From the source, y'all
Sorry, Jet, you took the info straight out of The Post
Burned us like toast
So, when it comes down to gettin' the facts straight about P.E.
Get your shit correct
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.13] Yo, gee
[00:04.96] Come and get your New York Post
[00:07.45] New York Post right here
[00:09.79] Come on, y'all
[00:11.62] Get the Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh
[00:15.66] Coast to coast, uh, New York Post, uh
[00:19.97] Yo, New York Post, don't brag or boast
[00:22.35] Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
[00:24.66] Put my address in the paper, 'cause I smacked that girl
[00:26.70] She's the mother of my kids that I took around the world
[00:29.07] Disagreements, having scuffles when you share upon
[00:31.23] You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
[00:33.60] If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
[00:35.97] Just mind what you tell 'em, 'cause they don't bring glory (uh)
[00:38.45] It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
[00:40.52] He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
[00:42.90] Cagney is a favorite, he is my boy
[00:44.95] 'Cause he don't jive around, he's a real McCoy
[00:47.61] Yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know
[00:51.17] Here's a letter to the New York Post
[00:53.21] The worst piece of paper on the East Coast
[00:55.56] Matter of fact the whole state's
[00:57.28] Forty cents in New York City, fifty cents elsewhere
[00:59.69] It makes no goddamn sense at all
[01:01.87] America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
[01:05.50] Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
[01:08.53] Writers making violence in headlines funny
[01:10.72] Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked
[01:13.01] Post got Flavor from sellin' no records
[01:15.29] Europe, Asia to the street of New York
[01:17.10] Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
[01:19.35] Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
[01:21.35] New York Post can't destroy me
[01:23.75] Rapper Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
[01:26.35] With the headline of a fucked up cover
[01:28.28] Out the pot took plate, New York Post
[01:30.62] Get your story straight, motherfucker
[01:32.72] It always seems that they make our neighborhood look bad
[01:36.33] Here's a letter to the New York Post
[01:39.08] Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
[01:40.83] Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
[01:43.50] That's 190 years of continuous fucked up news
[01:46.82] Yo, one can play the game, two can play the game
[01:49.43] Yo, Flav, read on, can't forget you either Jet
[01:52.88] Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet
[01:55.47] My own people own the most business
[01:57.65] Wrote on faith of valuesness
[02:00.19] Should have checked with me before you wrote it
[02:02.33] Got it from another source and quote it
[02:04.47] Put it out like the New Year bull drop
[02:06.76] In every beauty parlor and barber shop
[02:09.25] Flavor Flav, world renown
[02:11.23] Can't keep a man like Flavor down
[02:13.16] Yo, Jet, be a good host
[02:15.24] Don't print bull like the New York Post
[02:18.30] Ah, looks like somebody slipped up here
[02:20.36] Well, anyway, here's a letter to the New York Post
[02:23.77] Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal
[02:26.91] From the source, y'all
[02:28.28] Sorry, Jet, you took the info straight out of The Post
[02:31.15] Burned us like toast
[02:32.41] So, when it comes down to gettin' the facts straight about P.E.
[02:36.03] Get your shit correct
[02:37.71]
[00:04.96] Come and get your New York Post
[00:07.45] New York Post right here
[00:09.79] Come on, y'all
[00:11.62] Get the Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh
[00:15.66] Coast to coast, uh, New York Post, uh
[00:19.97] Yo, New York Post, don't brag or boast
[00:22.35] Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
[00:24.66] Put my address in the paper, 'cause I smacked that girl
[00:26.70] She's the mother of my kids that I took around the world
[00:29.07] Disagreements, having scuffles when you share upon
[00:31.23] You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
[00:33.60] If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
[00:35.97] Just mind what you tell 'em, 'cause they don't bring glory (uh)
[00:38.45] It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
[00:40.52] He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
[00:42.90] Cagney is a favorite, he is my boy
[00:44.95] 'Cause he don't jive around, he's a real McCoy
[00:47.61] Yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know
[00:51.17] Here's a letter to the New York Post
[00:53.21] The worst piece of paper on the East Coast
[00:55.56] Matter of fact the whole state's
[00:57.28] Forty cents in New York City, fifty cents elsewhere
[00:59.69] It makes no goddamn sense at all
[01:01.87] America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
[01:05.50] Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
[01:08.53] Writers making violence in headlines funny
[01:10.72] Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked
[01:13.01] Post got Flavor from sellin' no records
[01:15.29] Europe, Asia to the street of New York
[01:17.10] Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
[01:19.35] Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
[01:21.35] New York Post can't destroy me
[01:23.75] Rapper Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
[01:26.35] With the headline of a fucked up cover
[01:28.28] Out the pot took plate, New York Post
[01:30.62] Get your story straight, motherfucker
[01:32.72] It always seems that they make our neighborhood look bad
[01:36.33] Here's a letter to the New York Post
[01:39.08] Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
[01:40.83] Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
[01:43.50] That's 190 years of continuous fucked up news
[01:46.82] Yo, one can play the game, two can play the game
[01:49.43] Yo, Flav, read on, can't forget you either Jet
[01:52.88] Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet
[01:55.47] My own people own the most business
[01:57.65] Wrote on faith of valuesness
[02:00.19] Should have checked with me before you wrote it
[02:02.33] Got it from another source and quote it
[02:04.47] Put it out like the New Year bull drop
[02:06.76] In every beauty parlor and barber shop
[02:09.25] Flavor Flav, world renown
[02:11.23] Can't keep a man like Flavor down
[02:13.16] Yo, Jet, be a good host
[02:15.24] Don't print bull like the New York Post
[02:18.30] Ah, looks like somebody slipped up here
[02:20.36] Well, anyway, here's a letter to the New York Post
[02:23.77] Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal
[02:26.91] From the source, y'all
[02:28.28] Sorry, Jet, you took the info straight out of The Post
[02:31.15] Burned us like toast
[02:32.41] So, when it comes down to gettin' the facts straight about P.E.
[02:36.03] Get your shit correct
[02:37.71]