What's Your Flava? (Radio Edit)

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 cant 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 I can be your fantasy What's your flava Tell me whats 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 cant 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... 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 Be your fantasy What's your flava Tell me what's your flava Hey, I'm taking em, apple and cinnamon Girls I'm feeling em can't stop drippin' em That's why they got me dribbling Hot fudge sauce and it's all over my Timberlands I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla Wit a little chocolate sprinkling They make me spend my dividends These sweet things make me feel like a kid again 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 I could be your fantasy What's your flava Tell me what's your flava