Mr. Flamboyant 2k11 by E-40
[Singing: E-40]
I was out there on the yola track
Try'na make my motherfuckin money back
Po-po beat me up and took all of my feddy
Uhh! All my feddy
I think they almost had enough to cop me two or three
Two of Oze's of that good candy
But I was goin take just a second for me to get back on my toes and feet
On my toes and feet [laughs] uhh
BEATCH!
[Rapping: E-40]
Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin'
Truck robbin', sparks some coke, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats
Muthafucka, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats
Mutha-muthafucka
Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin'
Truck robbin', sparks some coke, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats
Muthafucka, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats
Mutha-muthafucka
[Verse 1:]
When I was born I was designed to be a boss
Good to be able to get with anything that I came across (came across)
Uhh! Throw off med cause I'm wore this glass-terboyant
Now scout across when I was out there in the traffic, be flicking and serving knocks
A place in the danger street used to make that tension shoot pella sober-bees?
One of the most faithful weapons of choice remitting rifles, 223's
Some of em in the plastic fresh out the box with the cleaning kit
I was quiet when I was sleepin' if you fuck with me I empty the clip, uhh
Basically me and my goons was oversea and my relives was really unit-less
It was my job I got Brenton to hold down the whole muthafuckin block
Now I'm the nigga I'm that dude I'm the man (I'm the man)
This shit I spittin' niggas don't understand
BEATCH!
I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape
I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
I didn't try to take it over, I took it over
I did-I did-I did-I did-I didn't try to take it over, I took it over
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life
Mr. Flamboyant
[Verse 2:]
Mr. Flamboyant, yeah that just might be yo handle
Blackjack, crafts, Relent, high rolling, mud and gamble
Whole water like a Campbell, never tell or never snitch
On a mission to get rich, slap the shit up out a bitch
I'm a fixture having chips, been doing it for a grip
Might not gangbang but I set trip
I been out here 24/7 nothing more or nothing less
Written my ass off, smelling like feet, butt and breast
In the mean time in between time I be mobbin' (mobbin')
Backing and dodging Batman and Robin (Robin)
Live up my life in the fast lane no jogging
Capitalizing and taking advance every time I hear money calling
They tell me I need to be pumpin' my brace I'm legal too quick, I'm rushing
I open a nigga up I'll bust my gun mane I ain't bluffing
Minimum musclin' hustlin' try'na get this cake
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