Mr. Flamboyant

Lyrics

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
 M-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
 That dis-obediant ass child in your neighborhood
 You know the one the police was always chasin'
 A youngster I never knew nathin'
 Straight down and dirty for my props
 Eleven years old, extra-manish, hard-headed sellin' 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 peoples
 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 ass 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 occupaton 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
 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
 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
 Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile
 Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' didn't really know the deal
 I sais "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 now days 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 Ah hay Ah hay
 Ah hay Ah hay Ah 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
 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
 Pertainin' to the triple beam scale
 Solid as rock, white white white
 A-1 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 ya weight
 Drink beer by the case, it's not too late
 Become a savage, get smoked 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 fifty man
 But now put that shit oin perspective for em' though
 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 motherfucker would love to see me fall
 Like that, that
 In Vallejo, California Mr. Flamboyant
 In Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant
 South Central, San Francisco Flamboyant, Frisco
 North Richmond, Flamboyant
 East Palo Alto, Sacramento
 Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno
 Seattle, Washington L.A
 Bear with me if I stutter I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray
 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 and 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
 Game tight, I gotta get
 Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
 Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler

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Song Details

Duration
06:13
Key
7
Tempo
179 BPM

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