Flashin' - Explicit Lyrics
| Song | Flashin' - Explicit |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | The Best of E-40: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow |
| 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! |
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