Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers, don't ya know?
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all, yeah
And a jealous motherfucker would love to see me fall
Like that, thatWhen we sell this load
We'll have twice what we started withYeah, it's that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Mother, motherfuckerYeah, it's that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfuckerAs a youngster I never knew Nathan
Just an inobedient child in the neighborhood
You know the one the police was always chasin'Straight down and dirty for my props
Eleven years old, extramanish, hard-headed sellin' them rocks
I killed an old wack motherfucker, no one ever bigger than mePrettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 air fifteen
Clean, fully automatic and the whole killer kit
It's cops be walkin' up and down the street
Folks be pointin' they fingers sayin' "Partner gotta grip"Basically what I was doin' was protectin' my people
My million dollar spots, it was my duty
Got paid to guard the whole motherfuckin' blockTry to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. FlamboyantI came in here on business
I, I, I came in here on business
It could work out pretty good
It could work out pretty goodYeah, pertainin' to this bein' a dog ass world and all
A brother need some kind of occupation to make his mail stand tall
Whether it's slangin' em' or whatever ya do, man
Just make sure you true to the gameStill in the game everything pretty much the same
Tryin' to reach a certain goal but I gotta dish that during metro
Alcohol and tobacco and Bureau, Feds and the DEA
Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma, yayWell, what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck?
Partner, if this was a fifth all of us would be drunk
Don't even like rockin' bleach, trippin' on petty crunk shit like that
What did you say brother? He might be talkin' bout how it's to the backMe and my pussy was comin' around the corner on these shoes
I mean wheels, yeah in this 76 Cutlass Oldsmobile
Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile
Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' didn't really know the dealI say is "What's the fuck wrong with you, you crazy ass motherfucker"
On the back seat tried to mean mug me and turn me like I was a sucker
So slow ya lil' ass down on this side of town
Before you find yourself either melted or even beat downLike that and that's on the goose my brother
Because now days a dollar comes harder than a motherfucker
So if you out in that world don't get caught or be slippin'
'Cause today's society ain't trippin'Ah, hay, Ah, hay, Ah, hay
Yeah
There's a fortune in this business
There's a, there's a fortune in this businessMr. Flamboyant yeah, that just might be yo name
The center of attention, money, fame
Fuckin' with just rain or crazed insane
Leader of the squad, much younger than gangsSee he rolls the whole unit in a big simple pipe
Foams stirs let it settle and then make it light
Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail
Spark off a kill, five hundred grams
Pertainin' to the triple beam scaleSolid as a rock, white, white, white A-1 peep pistol plan
Nothin' with scandalous ass cakin' were baking soda
Whether you know it or not ,here's a dog scale
You gotta watch ya back or playa willWay to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain some weight, drink beer by the case, it's not too late
Become a savage, get smoked once what ya want to establish
One hitter quitters, the ho get down, run up on me nowOoh E why you come at em' like that man
You know they can't understand that shit
When you doin' about a buck fifty man
But now put that shit goin' perspective for em' thoughMan, check this out my side hog
Due to the fact that I am at liberty
To release such valuable information towards the public
Ya know what I'm sayin'Every one of my last side hogs been hollerin' at me
Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant
Pertainin' to me havin' inherited
The gift to spit so I had to like let looseLike that, well ya know the shit is good listenin', man
But now I want you to go back
To the tune you was doin' earlier in that song
You know that lil' tune ya was doin'Oh, you mean this hereYeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a lot of jealous fellows would love to see me fall
Like that, thatIn Vallejo, California, Mr. Flamboyant
In Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant
South Central, San Francisco Flamboyant, Frisco
North Richmond, FlamboyantEast Palliato, Sacramento
Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno
Seattle, Washington L.A.
Bear with me if I slither I'm kind of twisted off TanquerayNever mind that to the East Coast we go
Chi-Town, Chicago the land of the snow
NYC New York, The Big Apple
Every town is down, folks be comin' up shortDetroit, Michigan and Philly
Boise, Idaho now Billings
Homeside State, D.C.
Flamboyance don't care what it be costin' in BostonAll around the city of Atlanta, Georgia
The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida
Ya don't wanna mess with Texas
Buffalo, Memphis or KansasBoyance can be found in Alabama
New Orleans, Louisiana
I just got a page from The Click
Dank tight, I gotta getYeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, hustlerHustler, hustler, yeah hustler
Hustler, hustler, hustler