flashin’ lyrics – e-40

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flashin’
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i’m goin’ off that boyd dawg through purina chow chow
pow pow hot lead on a n*gg* head
chest out never understood grew up in the hood
never knew right from wrong
get to dumpin’ on a n*gg* for nothin’ for no reason
mannish little knucklehead hard head heathen
meanin’ give a f*ck 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 n*gg* sold c*ke, clientele and clout
without a motherf*ckin’ doubt, take a n*gg* out
for trying to go between my motherf*ckin’ paper route
wet his *ss up, that n*gg* see and go
fully automatic convertible i’m a wipe away arsonist
fire extinguisher, if you ain’t spittin’ heat then motherf*cker
you betta d*mn sure be workin’ for me or else you’re f*cked

either that, i get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
dope game got me like this, certify high
smokin’ more bomb than cheech and chong, i’m sayin’
hit up denny’s resteraunt and order a gang of food
run up out of that prejudiced f*ck *ss motherf*cker
without even havin’ any n kind of intention on even payin’

d*mn near flashin’, that’s what the f*ck i’m doin’
and i’m blastin’ up in this motherf*cker
i got my motherf*ckin’ heater out and i’m sayin’ f*ck the world
i’m p*ssin’ on everything, f*ck it, n*gg* i’m flashin’, i’m actin’ bad
i got all kind of marbles on the motherf*ckin’ table
and i’m tellin’ a motherf*cker you touch my sh*t and i’m flashin’

understand my sh*t, the situation is way d*mn real
motherf*cker i’m drunk off the sh*t
and i’m breakin’ bottles on the pavement, i’m flashin’
n*gg* i’m out there bad i’m poppin’ in the air for nothin’
n*gg* 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 n*gg* crib up
bang bang shoot ’em up claim fame
got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane
three in the mornin’ it’s hard labor chasin’ paper
n*gg* twerkin’, go to several russian car
clickers come esouped with vcr’s
microwave ovens and credit cards

pullin’ all kind of heavy metal straps
beatin’ nijjas down with b*mper jacks
lip’s b*tches overseas shoot cr*p
try to have more paper than a factory
motherf*ckers gettin’ to showin’ out when the yard flexes
liable, blow a whole on a psycho
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 white sock or bone
with the chrome pistal, pistol whip a n*gg*
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and hammer
bakin’ soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
can’t win, especially when a n*gg* 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, flashin’ on they *ss
i got to actin’ like a demon the motherf*ckers told me
the other day i go to turn off my p g and e
n*gg* and i got to actin’ bad and i got to flashin’

on a motherf*cker, motherf*cker come out there
talkin’ crazy to me lookin’ at me crazy up in the motherf*ckin’ sto’
and i said, “b*tch i’m flashin'”
don’t let me get to flashin’ on yo’ *ss n*gg*
motherf*cker up in the club, and a motherf*cker step on my shoe
and i got to flashin’

it’s all bad, motherf*cker used to be comrade
used to f*ck the same hoes, wear jeff clothes
closer than a b*gg*r to a nose, choosin’ vogues
slammin’ cadillac do’s together, cookin’ crack
gettin’ eighteens if it’s back, overkill
put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout

for the state troop, might shoot
durin’ the drug deal flippin’ at the mouth
voluntarily raps your motherf*ckin’ folkers out
tight about since little league, boy scouts
paper route dropped a diamond get some day skunk

i’m uh, i’m ooh cranky, booty like a old hag
she gonna get h*lla stanky if you’re get teared up
but us n*gg*s don’t bring me back
my motherf*ckin’ duffel bag, i squinges 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’ n*gg*z black eyes and bl**dy lips
cauliflower ears and extra clips
gun clappin’ music slappin’ party crashin’
brash and motherf*cker flashin’

the holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
made my check late and i got to, flashin’ on motherf*ckers
next door neighbor hollerin’ that sh*t about my beat too loud
i walked up the motherf*ckin’ steps and i got ta
tellin that b*tch i’m flashin’
send a rookie to the store to bring me back some rossi ron

he brought me back chablis, and i get to flashin’
on that b*tch *ss motherf*cker, silly n*gg*
yknahmsayin’? a motherf*cker up in this motherf*cker flashin’
get to testin’ my t*st*cl*s n*gg* and i’ma flash on yo’ *ss

bad word 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’
dope fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and i’m flashed
big willie cashed my hawkin’ money water so i took it to scottie’s
to keep myself from flashin’

bought dollar 250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
for some ice and i flashed
got jumped outside a house party fools left me for dead
when i got home i seen them motherf*ckers
and they *ss was in the red, i got to flashin’
i tell ya, b*tch these n*gg*z i tell ya
sh*t i tell ya, sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t b*tch, sh*t

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