flashin'

e-40

oooh oooh

flashin'

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!"