Flashin Lyrics by E-40

Flashin Lyrics

    Oooh oooh

    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 resteraunt and order a gang of food
    Run up out of that prejudiced fuck-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
    Got a little 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 hoe 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, choosin vogues
    Slammin cadillac do's together, cookin crack
    And make these 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
    Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some rossi ron
    He brought me back chablais, and i get 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'ma 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 niggaz i tell ya
    Shit i tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit!

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