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E-40 - Flashin' lyrics
Oooh oooh Flashin' (*belches*) Oooh I'm gone off that boy and dog food, purina chow-chow Pow pow, hot lead on a nigga head g-style 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 tryin to goaltend a motherfucker paper route Wet his ass up, fat lady single Fully automatic converted by my whiteboy arsonist Fire extingusher, if you ain't spendin with me then motherfucker You betta damn sure be workin for me and that's real as fuck Either that, i get your jaw wired up, pathological liar Dope game got me like this, murder for hire 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 weiner 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 Cluckers comin through with vcr's Microwave ovens and credit cards Pullin all kind of heavy metal straps Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks L-r-p's bitches overseas shoot craps Tryna to have more paper than a fax Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy Liable, to fuck a hoe on her menstrual cycle 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 while he slappin bones With the chrome pist-al, pistol-whip a nigga With a zap board, zenith hammer, arm and hammer Bakin soda, listenin to the scanner Scared man can't win, especially when i'm paper 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 my comrade Used to fuck the same hoes, wear each others clothes Closer than a booger to a nose, choosin vogues Slammin cadillac do's together, cookin crack And make these zippers back, overkill Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout For the state troop, might shoot Durin the drug deal, flippy at the mouth Voluntarily ratted your motherfuckin folkers out Tight about since little league, boy scouts Paper route dropped a dime to get some days dropped I'm uh, i'm ooh cranky, moody like a old hag Shit gone get hella stanky if you square snitch-ass Sucka butt-ass niggaz don't bring me back my motherfuckin duffle bag Consequences 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 Blastin, 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 flash 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 Behind my back and it 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 defense and i flashed B of a wouldn't cash my faulty money order 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 and my 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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