Flashin' (Explicit)

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!