E-40 - Mr. Flamboyant lyrics

[Intro: E-40] 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 motherf**er would love to see me fall Like that, that [Unknown Gangster Voice] When we sell this load We'll have twice what we started with [E-40 talking] Yeah this that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat Motherf**er, cognac lounge beat M-motherf**er, cognac lounge beat Yeah this that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant Motherf**er, M-Mr. Flamboyant Yes motherf**er [Verse 1: E-40] As a youngster I never knew nathin' That dis-obediant a** child in your neighborhood You know the one the police was always chasin' Straight down and dirty for my props Eleven years old, extra-manish, hard-headed sellin' rocks I carried a powerful a** motherf**in' oversized toy that 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 cops be walkin' up and down the street Folks be pointin' they fingers sayin' "Partner gotta grip" Well actually what I was doin' was protectin' my peoples 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 a** man, though The mail I got stashed away, people will never know Mr. Flamboyant [Unknown 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 occupaton to make his mail stand tall Whether it's slangin' em' or whatever ya do man Just make sure you true to the game [Verse 2: E-40] 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 and Bureau, Feds and The DEA Just to run up on me when I'm off that there Grand-Mariner Well what if they block and slap yo a** in the truck Partner, if this was fifth Fifth all of us would be drunk Don't even like rockin' bleach Trippin' on petty crunk sh** like that What is he sayin' brother He might be talkin' bout how it's to the back Me and my p**y was comin' around the corner on these shoes I mean wheels, yeah in this 76 Cutla** Oldsmobile Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' didn't really know the deal I sais "What's the f** wrong with you, you crazy motherf**er" Partner back there tried to mean mug me And turn me like I was a s**er So slow ya lil' a** down on this side of town Before you find yourself either melted or beat down [B-Legit talking] Like that and that's on the goose my brother Because now days a dollar comes harder than a motherf**er So if you out in that world don't get caught or be slippin' Cause today's society ain't trippin' [Singing] Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay Yeah [Unknown Gangster Voice] There's a fortune in this business There's a-there's a fortune in this business [Verse 3: E-40] Mr. Flamboyant yeah that just might be yo name The center of attention, money, fame f**ing with b**hes brains, a player, insane Leader of the squad, much yola, a gang See, he throws the whole, unit in a big a** gumbo pot Foams stirs let it settle and then make it light Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail Spark off a hill, five hundred grams Pertainin' to the triple beam scale Solid as rock, white white white A-1 peep pistol plan Nothin' with scandalous a** cakin' 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 a** Gain ya 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 [B-Legit talking] Ooh E why you come at em' like that man You know they can't understand that sh** When you doin' about a buck fifty man But now put that sh** oin perspective for em' though [E-40 talking] Man check this out my sohab 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 sohab 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 [B-Legit talking] Like that, well ya know the sh** 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' [E-40 talking] Oh yeah You mean this right here [Interlude: E-40] 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 motherf**er would love to see me fall Like that, that [Verse 4: E-40] In Vallejo, California Mr. Flamboyant In Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant South Central, San Francisco Flamboyant, Frisco North Richmond, Flamboyant East Palo Alto, Sacramento Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno Seattle, Washington L.A Bear with me if I stutter 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 really 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 Game tight, I gotta get [Outro: E-40 3x] Yeah hustler, yeah hustler Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler