Mr. Flamboyant 2K11

[Singing: E-40] I was out there on the yola track Try'na make my motherfuckin money back Po-po beat me up and took all of my feddy Uhh! All my feddy I think they almost had enough to cop me two or three Two of Oz's of that good candy But I was goin take just a second for me to get back on my toes and feet On my toes and feet [laughs] uhh BEATCH! [Rapping: E-40] Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin' Truck robbin', sparks some coke, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats Muthafucka, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats Mutha-muthafucka Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin' Truck robbin', sparks some coke, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats Muthafucka, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats Mutha-muthafucka [Verse 1:] When I was born I was designed to be a boss Good to be able to get with anything that I came across (came across) Uhh! Throw off med cause I'm wore this glass-terboyant Now scout across when I was out there in the traffic, be flicking and serving knocks A place in the danger street used to make that tension shoot pella sober-bees One of the most faithful weapons of choice remington rifles 223's Some of em in the plastic fresh out the box with the cleaning kit I was quiet then I was slippin' if you fuck with me I empty the clip, uhh Basically me and my goons was oversea and my relives was really unit-less It was my job I got Brenton to hold down the whole muthafuckin block Now I'm the nigga I'm that dude I'm the man (I'm the man) This shit I spittin' niggas don't understand BEATCH! I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life I didn't try an take it over, I took it over I did-I did-I did-I did-I didn't try and take it over, I took it over You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life Mr. Flamboyant [Verse 2:] Mr. Flamboyant, yeah that just might be yo handle Blackjack, craps, roulette, high rolling love ta gamble Whole water like a Campbell, never tell or never snitch On a mission to get rich, slap the shit up out a bitch (beatch) I'm a fixture having chips, been doing it for a grip Might not gangbang but I set trip I been out here 24/7 nothing more or nothing less Written my ass off, smelling like feet, butt and breath In the mean time in between time I be mobbin' (mobbin') Backing and dodging Batman and Robin (Robin) Live up my life in the fast lane no jogging Capitalizing and taking advantage every time I hear money calling They tell me I need to be pumpin' my brakes I'm movin too quick, I'm rushing I open a nigga up I'll bust my gun mane I ain't bluffing Minimum musclin' hustlin' try'na get this cake My hood didn't breed no chimpanzee my hood breeded a ape Sinister mob music, excruciation throb Two Turks and four east in the trunk, doin his fuckin' job I'm hella far from being a punk, all my life I been a hog The only freeway in this express just a cough and this refrigerators and walls In the Bay we got earthquakes, in the south they got tornado In the Midwest and the east coast either rain, sleeted or sleep When it comes to pushing I'm a pro, clever about the moves I make Legal with my ideals and choices that I choose to chose to take Beeatch! (beotch) Be kinda careful what'chu say Be kinda-be kinda-be kinda careful what'chu say You just try and cross me and see if I mean it You just try and cross me and see if I mean it You can't expose me to the police? You can't e-you can't e-you can't expose me to the police? You just try and cross me and see if I mean it You just try and cross me and see if I mean it Mr. Flamboyant [Verse 3:] See he course, he treats tribulum put em in plastic baggies Medicine draws, saran wraps, FedEx or UPS Whatever you need I got it at your request Got the lowest prices in tantums as far as quality got the best Me and my niggas don't take no risk you real niggas prolly goin need it Everybody gotta squeeze through these lays, rifles and SK's Stuck in my stubborn ways, hella mannish with it There goes the 12gauge, do damage with it Whoopin em at they own game, all the po-po know my name My fame bigger than my bank, I'm throwing heavy change You can find me at the shooting range perfecting and practicing my aim Me and my young life, knuckleheads, Thunder Cats and hooligans The only way to get out is to go in So cover me I'm going in like Daniel in the Lion's Den Roll with us or get rolled over man, crushed a swad a beer can The only man I fear is in the mirror man BEATCH! I been waiting for a break like this for years I been waiting for a break like this for years Aye why didn't you tell us you were such a big shot? Aye why didn't you tell us you were such a big shot? Mr. Flamboyant I been waiting for a break like this for years I been waiting for a break like this for years Aye why didn't you tell us you were such a big shot? Aye why-aye why didn't you tell us you were such a big shot? Mr. Flamboyant I've always had a preference for legitament enterprises I think you been going to hard lately night and day I've always had a preference for legitament enterprises I think you been going to hard lately night and day I've always had a preference for legitament enterprises I think you been going to hard lately night and day I've always had a preference for legitament enterprises I think you been going to hard lately night and day