Flashin’ lyrics

by

C-Bo


Oooh oooh

Flashin' (*belches*)
Oooh

I'm gone off that boy and dog food, Purina Chow-Chow
Pow Pow, hot lead on a n*gga head G-style
Never understood, grew up in the hood
Never knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin on a n*gga for nothin for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead, hardhead heathen
Meanin, give a f*ck 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 n*gga sold coke, clientele and clout
Without a motherf*ckin doubt, take a n*gga out
For tryin to goaltend a motherf*cker 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 motherf*cker
You betta damn sure be workin for me and that's real as f*ck
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 restaurant and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced punk-ass motherf*cker
Without even havin any n kind of intention on even payin
Damn near flashin, that's what the f*ck I'm doin
And I'm blastin up in this motherf*cker
I got my motherf*ckin weiner out and I'm sayin f*ck the world
I'm p*ssin on everything, f*ck it, n*gga I'm flashin
I'm actin bad
I got all kind of marbles on the motherf*ckin table
And I'm tellin a motherf*cker you touch my sh*t and I'm flashin
Understand my sh*t, the situation is way damn real
Motherf*cker I'm drunk off the sh*t
And I'm breakin bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin
n*gga I'm out there bad I'm poppin in the air for nothin
n*gga 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 n*gga crib up
Bang bang shoot em up claim fame
Gotta live up to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin it's hard labor chasin paper
n*gga 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 b*tches down with bumper jacks
L-R-P's b*tches overseas shoot craps
Tryna to have more paper than a fax
Motherf*ckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy
Liable, to f*ck a ho 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 n*gga
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 motherf*ckers told me
The other day I go to turn off my P-G-and-E
n*gga and I got to actin bad and I got to flashin
On a motherf*cker, motherf*cker come out there
Talkin crazy to me lookin at me crazy up in the motherf*ckin sto'
And I said, "b*tch I'm F-ah-lashin!"
Don't let me get to flashin on yo' ass n*gga
Motherf*cker up in the club, and a motherf*cker step on my shoe
And I got to fa-lashin!
It's all bad, motherf*cker used to be my comrade
Used to f*ck the same hoes, wear each others clothes
Closer than a booger to a nose, Trues and Vogues
Slammin Cadillac do's together, cookin crack
Making eighteen 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 motherf*ckin 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
sh*t gone get hella stanky if you square snitch-ass
Sucka butt-ass n*ggas don't bring me back my motherf*ckin 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 n*ggas black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra clips
Gun clappin music slappin party crashin
Blastin, motherf*cker flashin

The holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
Made my check late and I got to, flashin on motherf*ckers
Next door neighbor hollerin that sh*t about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherf*ckin steps and I got ta
Tellin that b*tch I'm F-ah-LASHIN
Sent a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi rhine
He brought me back chablis, and I got to FLASH
On that b*tch ass motherf*cker, silly n*gga
Yknahmsayin? A motherf*cker up in this motherf*cker FLASHIN
Get to testin my testicles n*gga and I'mma 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 motherf*ckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to FLASHIN
I tell ya, b*tch these n*ggas I tell ya
sh*t I tell ya, sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t b*tch, sh*t!
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