E-40 - Mr. Flamboyant lyrics

(Yes) yeah, this that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style
Smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat
Cognac lounge beat cognac lounge beat
Yeah, this that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style
Smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat
Mr flamboyant m-M-Mr flamboyant

As a youngster, I never knew nathan
That disobedient child in your 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 carried a powerful lookin'
Oversized toy that
Was much much bigger than me
Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 AR-15
Clean, fully automatic and the
Whole killer kit
As far as 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 spots
It was my duty
I got paid to patrol the whole entire block
Try and catch me if you can now
That I'm a grown man though
The mail that got stashed away
People’ll never know mr flamboyant

Yeah, pertainin' to this bein' a
Dog world and all
People need some kind of occupation to
Make their mail stand tall
Whether it's slangin' ‘em or whatever ya do
Mayne just make sure you true to the game

Still in the game
Everything pretty much the same
Tryna reach a certain goal but I
Gotta ditch the highway patrol
Task force, housing authority
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’ butt in the trunk?
Potna, if if was a fifth
All of us would be drunk
Don't even like righteously trip off little
Petty punk stuff like that
What is you sayin’, brother?
They might be talkin' 'bout hot
Ones to the back
Meanwhile, bootsee was comin' around the
Corner on two shoes, i mean wheels
Scattin’ in a ‘76 Cutlass Oldsmobile
Turnin' 360s like he was an Alaskan oil spill
Sittin' on gold ones
Hot flamin' and didn't really know the deal
(Mr flamboyant)
I said, "What in the world is wrong with you
You crazy young brother?"
Partner back there tried to mean
Mug me and turn
Two tight ones like I was a sucker
Well, slow ya lil' tail down on
This here side of town
'Fore you find yourself melted
Or either beat down

Like that, and that's on the gooch side
Because nowadays a dollar's too
Hard to come by
So if you out there in that world
Don't get caught up or be slippin’
‘Cause today's society ain't trippin'
(Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah)

Mr flamboyant, yeah
That just might be yo’ name
The center of attention, money, fame
(Mr flamboyant)
Messin' with a young girl’s brain, a player
Insane
Leader of the squad, much yola, a gang
See he rides around in one of
The freshest cars in town
Insurance, license
Registration in case he's clowned
You can like righteously tell a Mr flamboyant
When he gets put in jail as far as his mail
He gets out the next minute pertainin'
To a three thousand dollar bail
Solid as rock, right, left, right
Dude can fight (Mr flamboyant)
Knockin' out them suckers day after day
Night after night (Mr flamboyant)
Whether you know it or not
This here's a dog’s game
You gotta watch yo' 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 tail
Gain some weight, drink beer
With potatoes and gravy, it’s not too late
Become a savage, get swole but once
Twenty-inch arms establish
One-hitter quitters, the whole get down
Don't run up on me now

Uh, E, why you come at ‘em like that, mayne?
You know they can't understand it
When you doin' about a buck-fifty, mayne
But now, put it in perspective for ‘em though

Ayy, check this out my sahobs
Due to the fact that I am at liberty
To release such valuable information
Towards the public you know what I'm sayin'
Every last one of my sahobs
Been like hollerin' at me
Demandin' that I define the
Definition of Mr flamboyant
Pertainin' to me righteously havin' inherited
The gift to spit so I had to like let loose

Like that
Well you know the stuff 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 you was doin'

Ah, you mean this here:
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here gettin' my propers 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

In Vallejo, California, Mr flamboyants
Oakland, Mr flamboyants
South San Francisco, Flamboyants, Frisco
North Richmond, Flamboyants, like that
East Palo Alto, Sacramento
Stockton, Pittsburg, Reno
Seattle, Washington, LA
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 really homicide state DC
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 (Spit it)
I just got a page from The Click
Dank time, I gotta get yeah, hustler
Yeah, hustler yeah, hustler
Y-y yeah, h-h hustler yeah, hustler
Yeah, h-h hustler yeah, hustler
Y-y yeah, hustler hustler
Hustler hustler
Yeah, hustler hustler
Hustler