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"Mr. Flamboynat"


[E-40:]
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here gettin my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all (yeah)
And a jealous motherfucker would love to see me fall
Like that, that

[Movie quote:]
When we sell this load, we'll have twice what we started with

[Talking: E-40]
Yeah it's that old mackin' fast, old school gangsta style, smokin' dank, cognac lounge beat
Cognac lounge beat (motherfucka)
Cognac lounge beat (mother-motherfucka)
Yeah it's that old mackin' fast, old school gangsta style, smokin' dank, cognac lounge beat
Mr. Flamboyant (motherfucka)
M-M-Mr. Flamboyant (motherfucka)

[E-40:]
As a youngster I never knew nathin'
That disobedient ass child in the neighborhood, you know the one the police was always chasin'
Straight down and dirty for my props
Eleven years old, extra-manish, hard-headed straining rocks
I killed a paw wack motherfucker that was lies towards and who was hella bigger than me
Prettiest thing I ever seen a 1979 air fifteen
Clearly, fully automatic and the whole killer kit
It's cops you walking up and down the street suppose to be pointing fingers tombout "Partner gotta grip"
Basically what I was doin was protectin' my people million dollar spots
It was my duty I got paid to guard the whole motherfuckin' block
Try and catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man tho
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant

[Movie quote:]
I came in here on business
I-I-I came in here on business
It could work out pretty good
It could work out pretty good

[Talking: B-Legit]
Yeah pertainin' to this bein' a dog ass world and all
A brother need some kind of occupation to make his mail stand tall
Whether it's slangin' em' or whatever ya do man
Just make sure you true to the game

[E-40:]
Still in the game everything pretty much the same
Tryna reach a certain goal, but I gotta dish that there metro
Alcohol and tobacco, Bureau, Feds and the DEA
Yeah, just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma yay
Well what if they block you and slap yo ass in the truck?
Potna, if it was a fifth, all of us would be drunk
Don't even like rocking bleach trip up your lil petty crunk shit like that
What'cha sayin' brah they might be talkin' bout how it's to the back
Me and my pussy was comin' around the corner on two shoes I mean wheels
Scaling this 76 Cutlass Oldsmobile
Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile
Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' and didn't really know a deal
I said "Nigga, what's the fuck wrong with you, you crazy ass motherfucker? "
Partner back there tried to mean mug me and turn two titans like I was a sucker
Well low yo lil' ass down on this new side of town
Before you find yourself melted or either beat down

[Talking: B-Legit]
Like that and that's on the goose my brother
Because nowadays a dollar comes harder than a motherfucker
So if you out in that world don't get caught or be slippin'
Cause today's society ain't trippin'

[Singing:]
Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay
Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay
Yeah

[Gangster voice:]
There's a fortune in this business
There's a-there's a fortune in this business

[E-40:]
Mr. Flamboyant yeah that just might be yo name
The center of attention, money, fame
Fuckin' it up and just rain or playa insane
Leader of the squad, much yola a dank
See he throws the whole unit in a big simple ass double pot
Foam, stir, let it settle and then make it light
You can like rocks in ethanol real swing when his bottles mail
Sparks overkill
Five hundred grams setting to pertaining in the triple beam scale
Solid as a rock white-white-white A-1 peep yola
None of that old scandalous ass caker with baking soda
Whether you know it or not just here's a dog's game
You gotta watch ya back or playa way
Way too many brothers get took for large sums to mail
You can't be frail and don't be like your lil narrow ass
Gain some weight
Drink gripple potato and grape, it's not too late
Become a savage, get smoked mo once while your drunk establish
One hitter quitters, the ho get down now run up on me now

[Talking: B-Legit]
Uh, E why you come at em' like that man
You know they can't understand that shit
When you doin' about a buck fifty man
But now put that shit on perspective for em' though

[Talking: E-40]
Man check this out my side hog
Due to the fact that I am at liberty
To release such valuable information towards the public
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Every one of my last side hogs been hollerin' at me
Demanding that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant
Pertainin' to me havin' inherited
The gift to spit so I had to like let loose

[Talking: B-Legit]
Like that, well ya know the shit is good listenin' man
But now I want you to go back
To the tune you was doin' earlier in that song
You know that lil' tune ya was doin'

[Talking: E-40]
Oh yeah
You mean this right here

[E-40:]
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here gettin my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a lot of jealous fellas would love to see me fall
(Burps)

In Vallejo, California Mr. Flamboyant
In Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant
South San Francisco Flamboyant, Frisco
North Richmond, Flamboyant
East Palliato, Sacramento
Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno
Seattle, Washington, L.A.
Bear with me if I slither I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray
But never mind that to the East Coast we go
Chi-Town Chicago the land of the snow
NYC New York, the Big Apple
Every town is down, folks be comin' up short
Detroit, Michigan, North Philly
Boise, Idaho now really
Homeside State, D.C.
Flamboyance don't care what it be costin' in Boston
All around the city of Atlanta, Georgia
The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida
Ya don't wanna mess with Texas
Buffalo, Memphis or Kansas
Boyance can be found in Alabama
New Orleans, Louisiana
I just got a page from The Click
Dank time, I gotta get

[Fade: E-40]
Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, y-y-yeah ha-ha-hustler
Yeah hustler, yeah ha-ha-hustler
Yeah hustler, y-y-yeah hustler
Hustler, ha-ha-hustler
Hustler, yeah hustler
Ha-ha-hustler, hustler

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