Lyrics: Earl Stevens/Marvin Whitemon
Music: Earl Stevens/Marvin Whitemon
Oooh oooh
Fla*************n' (*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 **** 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 mother****ing doubt, take a nigga out
For tryin to goaltend a mother****ing 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 mother****ing
You betta damn sure be workin for me and that's real as ****
Either that, i get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
******** 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 shit mother****er
Without even havin any n kind of intention on even payin
Damn near fla*************n, that's what the **** i'm doin
And i'm blastin up in this mother****e
I got my mother****ing weiner out and i'm sayin **** the world
I'm pissin on everything, **** it, ****in' i'm fla*************n
I'm actin bad
I got all kind of marbles on the mother****ing tabl
And i'm tellin a mother****er you touch my ass and i'm flashin'
Understand my ****ery, the situation is way damn real
Mother****er i'm drunk off the ****
And i'm breakin bottles on the pavement, i'm fla*************n
************* i'm out there bad i'm poppin in the air for nothin
************* 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 ****ing crib u
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
************* 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 ****ers down with bumper jacks
L-r-p's ****ers overseas shoot craps
Tryna to have more paper than a fax
Mother****ers gettin to showin out when they off ecstas
Liable, to **** 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 pistol, pistol-whip a mother****e
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, ma*************n, fla*************n
I'm fla*************n, the elroy's pulled me over
And put the flashlight to my window and told me i was speedin
And i got to, fa-la*************n on they ass
I got to actin like a demon the mother****ers told m
The other day i go to turn off my p-g-and-e
****ed around and I got to actin bad and I got to flashin
On a mother****er, mother****er come out ther
Talkin crazy to me lookin at me crazy up in the mother****ing sto
And I said, **** it I'm flashin!
Don't let me get to flashin on yo' ass b***h
Mother****er up in the club, and a mother****er step on my sho
And i got to fa-la*************n!
It's all bad, mother****ers used to be my comrad
Used to **** 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 mother****ing folkers ou
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 gon' get hella stanky if you keep snitchin-ass
Sucka butt-ass niggas don't bring me back my mother****ing duffle bag
Consequences off the hinges
Lean ballin, alcohol and ****
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 cra*************n
Blastin, mother****er flashin'
The holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
Made my check late and i got to, flashin' on mother****er
Next door neighbor hollerin that bullshit about my beat too loud
I walked up the mother****ing steps and i got t
Tellin that mother****er I'm flashin
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 dumb-ass mother****er, silly b***h
Yknahmsayin? a mother****er up in this mother****er flashin'
Get to testin my niggas nerves and I'ma flash on yo' ass
Behind my back and it get back to me and i'm fla*************n
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 fla*************n
********fiend 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 fla*************n
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 mother****ers
And they ass was in the red, i got to fla*************n
I tell ya, n****a these n****s I tell ya
S**t I tell ya, b***h I tell ya, **** I tell ya, ho I tell ya, n***a I tell ya, shit!