D-Shot - Mr. Flamboyant lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go Out here gettin' my proppers, don't ya know I'm livin' kinda comfortable, large mail and all, yeah And a jealous motherf**er would love to see me fall Like that, that (Gangster voice: When we sell this load We'll have twice what we started with) [E-40 talking] (Yes!) Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat Cognac lounge beat, motherf**er Cognac lounge beat, mother-motherf**er Yeah, this that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat Mr. Flamboyant, motherf**er M-m-Mr. Flamboyant, motherf**er [Verse 1] As a youngster, I never knew nathin' That disobedient a** child in the neighborhood You know, the one the police was always chasin' Straight down and dirty for my props Eleven years old, extra mannish, hard-headed shinin' rocks I k**ed a powerful a** motherf**er no size to it, it was hella bigger than me Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 AR-15 Clean, fully automatic and the whole k**er kit It's hard for me walkin' up and down the street, folks be pointin' they fingers talkin' about "Partner got a grip" Actually, what I was doin' was protectin' my people's million dollar spot It was my duty, I got paid to guard the whole motherf**in' block Try to catch me if you can now that I'm a grown man tho The mail I got stashed away, people'll never know Mr. Flamboyant (Gangster voice: 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) [B-Legit talking] Yeah, pertainin' to this bein' a dog a** 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, mayne Just make sure you true to the game [Verse 2] 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 Bureau, Feds and the DEA Yeah, just to run up on me when I'm off that there Grand Marnier Well what if they blast you and slap yo' a** in the truck Potna, if if was a fifth all of us would be drunk Don't even like watchin' B trip off petty punk sh** like that What is you sayin', bruh? They might be talkin' about how he's k**ed the back Meanwhile, p**y was comin' around the corner on two shoes, I mean wheels Scattin' in the ‘76 Cutla** Oldsmobile (motherf**er!) Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile (motherf**er!) Sittin' on gold ones high-flamin' and didn't really know the deal (Motherf**er! Mr. Flamboyant) I said, "What the f** wrong with you, you crazy a** motherf**er?" Partner back there tried to mean mug me and turn two tight ones like I was a s**er Well, slow ya lil' a** down this here side of town Before you find yourself melted or either beat down [B-Legit talking] Like that, and that's on the gooch, my brother Because nowadays a dollar comes harder than a motherf**er So if you out in that world don't get caught up or be slippin' ‘Cause today's society ain't trippin' (Sly Stone: Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Gangster voice: There's a fortune in this business There's a-there's a fortune in this business) [Verse 3] Mr. Flamboyant, yeah, that just might be yo' name The center of attention, money, fame (Mr. Flamboyant) f**in' with a b**h's brain, a player, insane Leader of the squad, much younger, a gang See he throws the whole unit in a big a** gumbo pot Foam, stir, let it settle and then make it lock You can like righteously tell a real swing when it's by the smell, spark the overk** Five underground tapes but pertainin' to the triple beam scale Solid as rock, white, white, white, A-1 good yola None of that ol' scandalous a** cakin' with baking soda Whether you know it or not, this here's a dog's game You gotta watch ya back and play it well Way too many brothers gettin' took for large lump sums of mail You can't be frail and don't be light in ya lil' narrow a** Gain some weight, drink beer with potatoes and gravy, it's not too late Become a savage, get swole but once, 20-inch arms establish One-hitter quitters, the whole get down, now run up on me now [B-Legit talking] Uh, E, why you come at ‘em like that, mayne? You know they can't understand that sh** When you doin' about a buck-fifty, mayne But now, put that sh** in perspective for ‘em though [E-40 talking] Ay, check this out my sahobs 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 sahobs been like 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 [B-Legit talking] Like that Well ya know the sh** is good listenin', mayne But now I want you to go back to that tune that you was doin' earlier in the song You know that lil' tune ya was doin' [E-40 talking] Ah, you mean this here: Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go Out here gettin' my proppers don't ya know I'm livin' kinda comfortable, large mail and all And a lot of jealous fellas would love to see me fall [Outro] In Vallejo, California, Mr. Flamboyant Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant South San Francisco, Flamboyant, Frisco North Richmond, Flamboyant, like that East Palo Alto, Sacramento Stockton, Pittsburg, Reno Seattle, Washington, L.A Bear with me if I stutter I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray But nevermind 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, North Philly Boise, Idaho, now Billings Homicide state D.C Flamboyants don't care what it be costin' in Boston All around the city of Atlanta, Georgia The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida, Luther You don't wanna mess with Texas (Don't mess with Texas) Buffalo, Memphis or Kansas Boyants can be found in Alabama New Orleans, Louisiana I just got a page from The Click Dank time, I gotta get Yeah, hustler (Repeat until end)