Droop-E - Mr. Flamboyant 2K11 lyrics

[Singing: E-40] I was out there on the yola track Try'na make my motherf**in 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 O-Z'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 kush, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats Muthaf**a, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats Mutha-muthaf**a Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin' Truck robbin', sparks some kush, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats Muthaf**a, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats Mutha-muthaf**a [Verse 1:] When I was born I was designed to be a boss Good to be able to deal with anything that I came across (came across) Uhh! Threw off men cause I'm wore this gla**es to avoid now smiled ta' cross when I was out there in the traffic, be flicking and serving knocks A place in the danger street used to make that till you shoot pella soft bee-bees One of the most faithful weapons of choice remington rifles 223's Styrofoam and plastic fresh out the box with the cleaning kit I was quiet and I was slick but if you f** with me I empty the clip, uhh Basically me and my goons was overseeing and my realest was scrillion dolla spot It was my job I got Brenton to hold down the whole muthaf**in block Now I'm the n***a I'm that dude I'm the man (I'm the man) This sh** I spittin' n***as don't understand BEATCH! I'm gonna give you ten percent of the take I'm gonna give you ten percent of the take 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, 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 sh** up out a b**h (beatch) I'm a fixture having chips, been doing it for a grip Might not g**n but I set trip I been out here 24/7 nothing more, nothing less Written my a** off, smelling like feet, bu*t and breath In the mean time in between time I be mobbin' (mobbin') Backing and dodging Batman and Robin (Robin) Living 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 n***a up I'll bust my gun mane I ain't bluffing Million 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 12's and four 8's in the trunk, doin' it's f**in' job I'm hella far from being a punk, all my life I been a hog Don't lift free weights, benchpress just couch, 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 snizow 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 intend exposing me to the police? You intend, you intend, you intend exposing 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 cures, he trees trim em' and 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 n***as don't take no mess You real n***as probably don't ever Everybody gotta squeezer these days, rifles and SK's Stuck in my stubborn ways, hella mannish with it Magnums and 12gauge, do damage with it Whoopin em at they own game, all the po-po know my name My fame bigger than my bank, although I'm having 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've been waiting for a break like this for years I've 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've been waiting for a break like this for years I've 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 legitimate enterprises I think you've been going to hard lately night and day I've always had a preference for legitimate enterprises I think you've been going to hard lately night and day I've always had a preference for legitimate enterprises I think you've been going to hard lately night and day I've always had a preference for legitimate enterprises I think you've been going to hard lately night and day