Testo Mr. Flamboyant - E-40
Testo della canzone Mr. Flamboyant (E-40), tratta dall'album Down and Dirty
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get 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
When we sell this load, we'll have twice what we started with
Yeah, this that old mackin' fast
Old-school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Mother-Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Yeah, this that old mackin' fast
Old-school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, M-Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfucker
As a youngster, I never knew nathin'
That disobedient-ass child in your neighborhood
You know the one the police was always chasin'
Straight down and dirty for my props
11-years-old, extra-manish, hard-headed shinin' rocks
I carried a powerful ass motherfuckin' oversized toy that was hella bigger than me
Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 AR-15
Clean, fully automatic, and the whole killer kit
It's cops be walkin' up and down the street
Folks be pointin' they fingers sayin', Partner gotta grip
Well, actually what I was doin'
Was protectin' my people's million-dollar spot
It was my duty, I got paid to guard the whole motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man, though
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
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
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
Still in the game, everything pretty much the same
Tryin' to reach a certain goal but I gotta ditch that there metro
Alcohol and tobacco and Bureau, Feds and the DEA
Yeah, just to run up on me when I'm off that there Grand-Mariner
Well, what if they block and slap yo' ass in the truck
Partner, if this was fifth, all of us would be drunk
Don't even like rockin' bleach, trippin' on petty crunk shit like that
What is he sayin' brother, he might be talkin' bout how it's to the back
Me and my pussy was comin' around the corner on these shoes
I mean wheels, yeah, in this 76 Cutlass Oldsmobile (motherfucker)
Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile (motherfucker)
Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' didn't really know the deal (motherfucker)
I said, "What's the fuck wrong with you, you crazy motherfucker?"
Partner back there tried to mean mug me and turn me like I was a sucker
So slow ya lil' ass down on this side of town
Before you find yourself either melted or beat down
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'
(Ah, hay, hay, hay, hay, hay, hay, yeah)
There's a fortune in this business
There's a-, there's a fortune in this business
Mr. Flamboyant, yeah, that just might be yo' name
The center of attention, money, fame (Mr. Flamboyant)
Fucking with bitches brains, a player, insane
Leader of the squad, much yola, a gang
See, he throws the whole unit in a big-ass gumbo pot
Foams stirs, let it settle, and then make it light
Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail
Spark off a hill, five hundred grams extra, pertainin' to the triple beam scale
Solid as rock, white white white, A-one peep pistol plan
Nothin' with scandalous-ass cakin' baking soda
Whether you know it or not here's a dog scale
You gotta watch ya back or playa will
Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain some weight, drink beer by the case, it's not too late become a savage
Get smoked but once what ya want to establish
One hitter quitters, the ho get down run up on me now
Ooh, E why you come at 'em like that, man
You know they can't understand that shit
When you doin' about a buck 50, man
But now put that shit in perspective for 'em, though
Ayy, man, check this out, my sohab
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 sohab been hollerin' at me
Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant
Pertainin' to me havin' inherited
The gift to spit so I had to like let loose
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'
Oh, yeah, you mean this right here
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get 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
In Vallejo, California, Mr. Flamboyant
Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant
South Central, San Francisco Flamboyant (Frisco)
North Richmond, Flamboyant (like that)
East Palo Alto, Sacramento (uh)
Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno (oh, Reno)
Seattle, Washington L.A (yeah)
Bear with me if I stutter I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray (word)
But never mind that to the East Coast we go
Chi-Town Chicago the land of the snow (Chi-Town)
NYC New York (the Big Apple)
Every town is down, folks be comin' up short
Detroit, Michigan, North Philly (North Philly)
Boise, Idaho now really
Homeside State, DC (yeah)
Flamboyance don't care what it be costin' in Boston
All around the city of Atlanta, Georgia (Georgia)
The two Live State, Miami, Florida (Luther)
Ya don't wanna mess with Texas (don't mess with Texas)
Buffalo, Memphis, or Kansas (yeah)
Boyance can be found in Alabama (Alabama)
New Orleans, Louisiana (let's get it)
I just got a page from The Click (mm)
Dank time, I gotta get
Yeah, hustler, yeah, hustler
Yeah, hustler, y-yeah, hu-hustler
Yeah, hustler, yeah, hu-hustler
Yeah, hustler, y-yeah, hustler
Hustler, hu-hustler
Hustler, yeah, hustler
Hu-hustler, hustler
Credits
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Hank Shocklee, Edward Theodore Riley, Aaron Robin Iii Hall, Gene Griffin, Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour, Timothy William Gatling, Nile Gregory Rodgers
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