Mr. Flamboyant

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, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat Mother, motherfucker Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant Yes, motherfucker As a youngster I never knew Nathan Just an inobedient child in the neighborhood You know the one the police was always chasin' Straight down and dirty for my props Eleven years old, extramanish, hard-headed sellin' them rocks I killed an old wack motherfucker, no one ever bigger than me Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 air fifteen 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" Basically what I was doin' was protectin' my people My million dollar spots, it was my duty Got paid to guard the whole motherfuckin' block Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man 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 dish that during metro Alcohol and tobacco and Bureau, Feds and the DEA Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma, yay Well, what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck? Partner, if this was a fifth all of us would be drunk Don't even like rockin' bleach, trippin' on petty crunk shit like that What did you say 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 say is "What's the fuck wrong with you, you crazy ass motherfucker" On the back seat 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 even 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 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 Fuckin' with just rain or crazed insane Leader of the squad, much younger than gangs See he rolls the whole unit in a big simple pipe Foams stirs let it settle and then make it light Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail Spark off a kill, five hundred grams Pertainin' to the triple beam scale Solid as a rock, white, white, white A-1 peep pistol plan Nothin' with scandalous ass cakin' were 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 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 goin' perspective for em' though Man, check this out my side hog 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 side hogs 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, you mean this 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 fellows 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 Palliato, Sacramento Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno Seattle, Washington L.A. Bear with me if I slither 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 Billings 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 Dank tight, I gotta get Yeah hustler, yeah hustler Yeah hustler, yeah hustler Yeah hustler, yeah hustler Yeah hustler, hustler Hustler, hustler, yeah hustler Hustler, hustler, hustler