What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
I met this fly girl in the club
Went by the name of pecan deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out
Man it cost me 20 bucks
Met this chick named walnut whip
Nearly made me sick to the point of throwing up
So I called chocolate chip
Wit the sweet toffe crisp
And I still can't get enough
Your what I want
Your what I need
I wanna taste ya (taste ya) take ya home wit me
You look so good
Good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
If I can be your fantasy
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
I take 'em in the middle of July
With tha drop top down in the park
When it's summerin'
These ice creams lookin so fly
That I just can't lie
It all seems too bewildering
They got these grown men
Running round
Screaming out
Acting worse than children
But who flow
Better know
Better stack cheddar
Get more tongue
Better than this ice-cream
Better than
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
Hey I'm taking 'em apple and cinnamon
Girls arent feeling em can't stop drippin' em
Thats why they got me dribbling
Hot fudge sauce on the soles of my timberlands
I them caramel with a hint of vanilla
Wit a little chocolate sprinkling
That make me spend my dividends
These sweet things make me feel like a kid again
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava