E-40

E-40 - Flashin' lyrics

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Flashin' *belches*
 Oooh
 I'm goin off that Boyd Dawg  through Purina Chow Chow
 Pow Pow  hot lead on a nigga head
 Chest out  never understood  grew up in the hood
 Never knew right from wrong
 Get to dumpin on a nigga for nothin for no reason
 Mannish little knucklehead  hardhead heathen
 Meanin  give a fuck about life  I seen my momma
 stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife
 when I was three years old, finally figured it out
 That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout
 Without a motherfuckin doubt, take a nigga out
 for trying to go between my motherfuckin paper route
 Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go
 Fully automatic convertible I'm a wipeaway arsonist
 fire extingusher, if you ain't spittin heat then motherfucker
 you betta damn sure be workin for me or else you're fucked
 Either that, I get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
 Dope game got me like this, fertify high
 Smokin more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm SAYIN
 Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food
 Run up out of that prejudiced fuck-ass motherfucker
 without even havin any n kind of intention on even payin
 Damn near flashin, that's what the fuck I'm doin
 and I'm blastin up in this motherfucker
 I got my motherfuckin heater out and I'm sayin fuck the world
 I'm pissin on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm flashin
 I'm actin bad
 I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuckin table
 and I'm tellin a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm flashin
 Understand my shit, the situation is way damn real
 Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
 and I'm breakin bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin
 Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin in the air for nothin
 Nigga for no apparent reason I'm DUH DUH DUH DUH check it out
 At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck
 about to light the nigga crib up
 Bang bang shoot em up claim fame
 Got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane
 Three in the mornin it's hard labor chasin paper
 Nigga twerkin, go to several Russian car
 Click-ers come esouped with VCR's
 Microwave ovens and credit cards
 Pullin all kind of heavy metal straps
 Beatin nijjas down with bumper jacks
 LIP's bitches overseas shoot crap
 Try to have more paper than a factory
 Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when the yard flexes
 Liable, blow a whole on a psycho
 Vital, lookin out for the rival tribal dead on arrival
 Psycho, it's all about survival
 Quarter ounce zippers is on
 Run up in his home white sock or bone
 With the chrome pist-al, pistol whip a nigga
 with a zap force, seen this hammer, Arm and Hammer
 bakin soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
 can't win, especially when a nigga packin
 Fetti stackin, mashin, flashin
 I'm flashin, the Elroy's pulled me over
 and put the flashlight to my window and told me I was speedin
 and I got to, fa-lashin on they ass
 I got to actin like a demon the motherfuckers told me
 the other day I go to turn off my P-G-and-E
 Nigga and I got to actin bad and I got to flashin
 on a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there
 talkin crazy to me lookin at me crazy up in the motherfuckin sto'
 and I said, "Bitch I'm F-ah-lashin!"
 Don't let me get to flashin on yo' ass nigga
 Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my shoe
 and I got to fa-lashin!
 It's all bad, motherfucker used to be comrade
 Used to fuck the same hoes, wear Jeff clothes
 Closer than a bugger to a nose, choosin vogues
 Slammin Cadillac do's together, cookin crack
 Gettin eighteens if it's back, overkill
 put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout
 for the state troop, might shoot, durin the drug deal
 Flippin at the mouth
 Voluntarily raps your motherfuckin folkers out
 Tight about since Little League, Boy Scouts
 Paper route dropped a diamond get some day skunk
 I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty like a old hag
 She gonna get hella stanky if youse get teared up
 but us niggas don't bring me back
 my motherfuckin duffle bag.. I squinges off the hinges
 Lean ballin, alcohol and weed
 A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed
 A criminal record a full of dirty deeds
 Givin niggaz black eyes and bloody lips
 Cauliflower ears and extra clips
 Gun clappin music slappin party crashin
 Brash and motherfucker flashin
 The holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
 Made my check late and I got to, flashin on motherfuckers
 Next door neighbor hollerin that shit about my beat too loud
 I walked up the motherfuckin steps and I got ta
 tellin that bitch I'm F-ah-LASHIN
 Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron
 He brought me back Chablais, and I get to FLASHIN
 on that bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga
 Yknahmsayin? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker FLASHIN
 Get to testin my testicles nigga and I'ma FLASH on yo' ass
 Bad word get back to me and I'm flashin
 Lost all my money up in the dice game and I FLASH
 Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to FLASHIN
 Dopefiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth
 and I'm FLASHED
 Big Willie cashed my hawkin money water so I took it to Scottie's
 to keep myself from flashin
 Bought $250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
 for some ice and I FLASHED
 Got jumped outside a house party fools left me for dead
 when I got home I seen them motherfuckers
 and they ass was in the red, I got to FLASHIN
 I tell ya, bitch these niggaz I tell ya
 Shit I tell ya, SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT BITCH, shit
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Author: Earl Stevens, Marvin Whitemon, Greg Buren

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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