E-40 - Flashin' lyrics

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Flashin' (belches) oooh

I'm gone off that boy and dog food
Purina Chow-Chow
Pow Pow, hot lead on a nigga head G-style
Never understood, grew up in the hood
Never knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin on a nigga
For nothin for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead, hardhead heathen
Meanin, give a fuck about life
I seen my momma
Stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife
When I was three years old
Finally figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke
Clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin doubt
Take a nigga out for tryin to goaltend a
Motherfucker paper route
Wet his ass up, fat lady single
Fully automatic converted by
My whiteboy arsonist fire extingusher
If you ain't spendin with
Me then motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin for
Me and that's real as fuck
Either that, I get your jaw wired up
Pathological liar
Dope game got me like this, murder for hire
Smokin more bomb than Cheech and Chong
I'm SAYIN
Hit up Denny's restaurant and order
A gang of food run up out of that
Prejudiced punk-ass motherfucker
Without even havin any n kind
Of intention on even payin
Damn near flashin
That's what the fuck I'm doin
And I'm blastin up in this motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin weiner out and
I'm sayin fuck the world
I'm pissin on everything, fuck it
Nigga I'm flashin i'm actin bad
I got all kind of marbles
On the motherfuckin table
And I'm tellin a motherfucker you touch
My shit and I'm flashin understand my shit
The situation is way damn real
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin bottles on the pavement
I'm flashin
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin
In the air for nothin
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm DUH
DUH DUH DUH check it out
At this, got it fired up
Choppers in the back of the truck
About to light the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot em up claim fame
Gotta live up to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin it's
Hard labor chasin paper
Nigga twerkin, go to several Russian car
Cluckers comin through with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards
Pullin all kind of heavy metal straps
Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks
L-R-P's bitches overseas shoot craps
Tryna to have more paper than a fax
Motherfuckers gettin to showin out
When they off ecstasy
Liable, to fuck a ho on her menstrual cycle
Vital, lookin out for the rival
Tribal dead on arrival
Psycho, it's all about survival
Quarter ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home while he slappin bones
With the chrome pist-al, pistol-whip a nigga
With a zap board, Zenith hammer
Arm and Hammer
Bakin soda, listenin to the scanner
Scared man can't win
Especially when I'm paper packin
Fetti stackin, mashin, flashin

I'm flashin, the Elroy's pulled me over
And put the flashlight to my window
And told me I was speedin
And I got to, fa lashin on they ass
I got to actin like a
Demon the motherfuckers told me
The other day I go to turn off my P-G-and-E
Nigga and I got to actin bad
And I got to flashin on a motherfucker
Motherfucker come out there
Talkin crazy to me lookin at me
Crazy up in the motherfuckin sto'
And I said, "Bitch I'm F ah lashin!"
Don't let me get to flashin on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club
And a motherfucker step on my shoe
And I got to fa lashin! It's all bad
Motherfucker used to be my comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes
Wear each others clothes
Closer than a booger to a nose
Trues and Vogues
Slammin Cadillac do's together, cookin crack
Making eighteen zippers back, overkill
Put the whammy on the whoop
Be on the lookout
For the state troop, might shoot
Durin the drug deal, flippy at the mouth
Voluntarily ratted your motherfuckin
Folkers out
Tight about since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a dime to
Get some days dropped
I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, moody like a old hag
Shit gone get hella stanky
If you square snitch-ass
Sucka butt-ass niggas don't bring me
Back my motherfuckin duffle bag
Consequences off the hinges
Lean ballin, alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change
Chicken feed
A criminal record a full of dirty deeds
Givin niggas black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra clips
Gun clappin music slappin party crashin
Blastin, motherfucker flashin

The holiday just came on the first
Second and third of the month
Made my check late and I got to
Flashin on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin that shit
About my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin steps
And I got ta
Tellin that bitch I'm F ah-LASHIN
Sent a rookie to the store to
Bring me back some Rossi rhine
He brought me back chablis
And I got to FLASH
On that bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin? A motherfucker up in
This motherfucker FLASHIN
Get to testin my testicles nigga and
I'mma FLASH on yo' ass
Behind my back and it get back
To me and I'm flashin
Lost all my money up in the
Dice game and I FLASH
Didn't let me up in the Club
Cafe Echelon and go to FLASHIN
Dopefiend ran off with a hundred count
Of my defense and I FLASHED
B of A wouldn't cash my faulty money order
So I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself from flashin
Bought $250 worth of liquor and
They tried to charge me
For some ice and I FLASHED
Got jumped outside a house party and
My fools left me for dead
When I got home I seen them motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to FLASHIN
I tell ya, bitch these niggas I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT bitch
Shit!