E-40 - Mr. Flamboyant 2K11 lyrics

I was out there on the yola track
(Yola track)
Try'na make my motherfuckin money back
(My money back)
Po-po beat me up and took all of my fetti
(Ugh! All my fetti)
I dang near almost had enough to
Cop me two or three
OZs of that good candy (Good candy)
But, I was gon take just a second for me
To get back on my toes and feet
(On my toes and feet, ugh) bEATCH!
Yeah, this one of them throwback, mobbed out
Yola coppin'
Truck throbbin', spark some kush, crack a
Bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motherfucka!
Crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats
Motha-motherfucka!
Yeah, this one of them throwback, mobbed out
Yola coppin'
Truck throbbin', spark some kush, crack a


Bottle and sip some 'ac beats, motherfucka!
Crack a bottle and sip some 'ac beats
Motha-motherfucka!

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 glasses 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 fuck 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 muthafuckin block
Now I'm the nigga I'm that dude I'm the man
(I'm the man)
This shit I spittin' niggas 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

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 shit up out a bitch (beatch)
I'm a fixture having chips
Been doing it for a grip
Might not gangbang but I set trip
I been out here 24
7 nothing more, nothing less
Written my ass off, smelling like feet
Butt 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 nigga 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 fuckin' 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

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 niggas don't take no mess
You real niggas 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