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Ooh ooh
Flashin' *belches*
Ooh
I'm goin' off that Boyd dog through Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga head
Chest out 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 hard head 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 trying to go between my motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go
Fully automatic convertible I'm a wipeaway arsonist
Fire extingusher, if you ain't spittin' heat then motherfucker

You betta' damn sure be workin' for me or else you're fucked
Either that, I get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
Dope game got me like this, fertify high
Smokin' more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's restaurant 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' heater 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
Click-ers come esouped with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards
Pullin'' all kind of heavy metal straps
Beatin' nijjas down with bumper jacks
LIP's bitches overseas shoot crap
Try to have more paper than a factory
Motherfuckers 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 pist-al, pistol whip a nigga
With a zap force, seen this hammer, Arm and Hammer
Bakin soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, especially when a nigga 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 comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, wear Jeff clothes
Closer than a bugger 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 motherfuckin' 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 hella stanky if youse get teared up
But us niggas don't bring me back
My motherfuckin' duffle 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 niggas black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra clips
Gun clappin music slappin party crashin''
Brash and 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 flashin'
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
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'
Dopefiend 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 $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 motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to flashin'
I tell ya, bitch these niggas I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit!
Songwriters
STEVENS, EARL T. / WHITEMON, MARVINPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Earl Stevens (born November 15, 1967 in Vallejo, California) is best known by his stage name E-40. Stevens is "known" by the new generation of hip-hop as a Hyphy rapper from the Bay Area of California. However, E-40 is also an old school veteran who has done collabos with rap icons such as Tupac Shakur, Too $hort, Lil' Jon, C-BO, Snoop Dogg, Spice 1, Richie Rich, Mac Dre, Mac Mall, The Luniz, The Outlawz, and many more.
E-40 is a self-proclaimed "O.G." in the rap game and has been around since the early days and has an old school following from his G-Funk days. His group "The Click" consists of his brother, cousin and his sister; D-shot, B-legit, & Suga-T. His other brother Mugzi (aka Young Mugzi) has a group called the Mossie, consisting of himself, Kaveo, and Tap Dat Azz. E-40 also brought his nephew into the rap game, and is a well known bay area artists named "Turf Talk". His son "Droop-E" is now a Bay Area hyphy producer and makes uptempo beats packed with major 808 kick samples. All these rappers and many more are under his established independent label; Sic Wid It records.
His nicknames include TKA (Tycoon Known As) Charlie Hustle, E-Bonics, 40 Fonzarelli, The Ambassador of the Bay, The Ballatician, 40 Belafonte, E-Pheezy, Fortywata (40water), E-4-0 (E-Four-Oh), Mr. Flamboyant, and Earl "Poppin' His Collar" Stevens.

ENTREPRENEUR
In addition to record sales E-40 has ventured into other business opportunities. Along with former NFL player Chester McGlockton, E-40 has opened a Fatburger franchise in Pleasant Hill, California. E-40 recently authored the book, E-40's Book of Slang to be published by Warner Books. He also has his own line of liquor called Cloud 9, and he opened the now-defunct Ambassador's Lounge, a nightclub in Downtown San Jose.[13]. On Nov 16th, 2007 it was announced that Stevens, signed a franchise agreement with Wingstop Restaurants, Inc. and will open one in Southampton shopping center located in Benicia, California. "I was introduced to Wingstop in Dallas and as soon as I tasted the wings I was hooked. I love the food," said Stevens. "I chose to open in the Bay Area because this is the soil where I was born and raised, and I still live here to this day. People here are going to love these things." In late 2007, E-40 announced a new line of energy drinks called "40 Water."


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