Song | Flashin' - Clean |
Artist | E-40 |
Album | The Element Of Surprise |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Oooh oooh | |
Flashin' (*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 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 tryin to goaltend a motherfucker 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 motherfucker | |
You betta damn sure be workin for me and that's real as fuck | |
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 resteraunt 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 weiner 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 | |
Cluckers comin through with vcr's | |
Microwave ovens and credit cards | |
Pullin all kind of heavy metal straps | |
Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks | |
L-r-p's bitches overseas shoot craps | |
Tryna to have more paper than a fax | |
Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy | |
Liable, to fuck 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 pist-al, pistol-whip a nigga | |
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 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 my comrade | |
Used to fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 | |
Shit gone get hella stanky if you square snitch-ass | |
Sucka butt-ass niggaz don't bring me back my motherfuckin 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 niggaz black eyes and bloody lips | |
Cauliflower ears and extra clips | |
Gun clappin music slappin party crashin | |
Blastin, 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 flash | |
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 | |
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 motherfuckers | |
And they ass was in the red, i got to flashin | |
I tell ya, bitch these niggaz i tell ya | |
Shit i tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit! |
Oooh oooh | |
Flashin' belches | |
Oooh | |
I' m gone off that boy and dog food, purina chowchow | |
Pow pow, hot lead on a nigga head gstyle | |
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 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 tryin to goaltend a motherfucker 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 motherfucker | |
You betta damn sure be workin for me and that' s real as fuck | |
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 resteraunt and order a gang of food | |
Run up out of that prejudiced fuckass 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 weiner 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 | |
Cluckers comin through with vcr' s | |
Microwave ovens and credit cards | |
Pullin all kind of heavy metal straps | |
Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks | |
Lrp' s bitches overseas shoot craps | |
Tryna to have more paper than a fax | |
Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy | |
Liable, to fuck 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 pistal, pistolwhip a nigga | |
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, falashin on they ass | |
I got to actin like a demon the motherfuckers told me | |
The other day i go to turn off my pgande | |
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 fahlashin!" | |
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 falashin! | |
It' s all bad, motherfucker used to be my comrade | |
Used to fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 | |
Shit gone get hella stanky if you square snitchass | |
Sucka buttass niggaz don' t bring me back my motherfuckin 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 niggaz black eyes and bloody lips | |
Cauliflower ears and extra clips | |
Gun clappin music slappin party crashin | |
Blastin, 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 fahlashin | |
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 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 | |
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 motherfuckers | |
And they ass was in the red, i got to flashin | |
I tell ya, bitch these niggaz i tell ya | |
Shit i tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit! |
Oooh oooh | |
Flashin' belches | |
Oooh | |
I' m gone off that boy and dog food, purina chowchow | |
Pow pow, hot lead on a nigga head gstyle | |
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 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 tryin to goaltend a motherfucker 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 motherfucker | |
You betta damn sure be workin for me and that' s real as fuck | |
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 resteraunt and order a gang of food | |
Run up out of that prejudiced fuckass 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 weiner 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 | |
Cluckers comin through with vcr' s | |
Microwave ovens and credit cards | |
Pullin all kind of heavy metal straps | |
Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks | |
Lrp' s bitches overseas shoot craps | |
Tryna to have more paper than a fax | |
Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy | |
Liable, to fuck 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 pistal, pistolwhip a nigga | |
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, falashin on they ass | |
I got to actin like a demon the motherfuckers told me | |
The other day i go to turn off my pgande | |
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 fahlashin!" | |
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 falashin! | |
It' s all bad, motherfucker used to be my comrade | |
Used to fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 | |
Shit gone get hella stanky if you square snitchass | |
Sucka buttass niggaz don' t bring me back my motherfuckin 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 niggaz black eyes and bloody lips | |
Cauliflower ears and extra clips | |
Gun clappin music slappin party crashin | |
Blastin, 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 fahlashin | |
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 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 | |
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 motherfuckers | |
And they ass was in the red, i got to flashin | |
I tell ya, bitch these niggaz i tell ya | |
Shit i tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit! |