Mr. Flamboyant

[Intro]
(Yes!) Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat
Cognac lounge beat
Cognac lounge beat
Yeah, this that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat
Mr. Flamboyant
M-m-Mr. Flamboyant

[Verse 1]
As a youngster, I never knew nothin'
That disobedient child in the neighborhood
You know, the one the police was always chasin'
Straight down and dirty for my props
Eleven years old, extra mannish, hard-headed shinin' rocks
I carried a powerful lookin' oversized toy that was much much bigger than me
Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 AR-15
Clean, fully automatic and the whole killer kit
As far as me walkin' up and down the street, folks be pointin' they fingers talkin' about "Partner got a grip"
Actually, what I was doin' was protectin' my people’s million dollar spots
It was my duty, I got paid to patrol the whole motherfuckin' block
Try and catch me if you can now that I'm a grown man though
The mail that got stashed away, people’ll never know
Mr. Flamboyant

[Interlude: B-Legit]
Yeah, pertainin' to this bein' a dog world and all
People need some kind of occupation to make their mail stand tall
Whether it's slangin' ‘em or whatever ya do, mayne
Just make sure you true to the game

[Verse 2]
Still in the game, everything pretty much the same
Tryna reach a certain goal but I gotta ditch the highway patrol
[?], Feds and the DEA
Yeah, just to run up on me when I'm off that there Grand Marnier
Well what if they blast you and slap yo’ butt in the trunk
Potna, if if was a fifth all of us would be drunk
Don't even like righteously trip off of a little petty punk stuff like that
What is you sayin’, buddy? Might be talkin' 'bout how he’s to the back
Meanwhile, Boosie was comin' around the corner on two shoes, I mean wheels
Scattin’ in the ‘76 Cutlass Oldsmobile
Turnin' 360s like he was an Alaskan [?]
Sittin' on gold ones high-flamin' and didn't really know the deal (Mr. Flamboyant)
I said, "What in the world is wrong with you, you crazy young brother?"
Partner back there tried to mean mug me and turn two tight ones like I was a sucker
Well, slow ya lil' tail down this here side of town
Before you find yourself melted or either beat down

[Interlude: B-Legit]
Like that, and that's on the gooch side
Because nowadays a dollar's too hard to come by
So if you out there in that world don't get caught up or be slippin’
‘Cause today's society ain't trippin'

(Sly Stone: Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
Mr. Flamboyant, yeah, that just might be yo’ name
The center of attention, money, fame (Mr. Flamboyant)
Messin' with a young girl’s brain, a player, insane
Leader of the squad, much yola, a gang
See he rides around in one of the freshest cars in town
Insurance, license, registration in case he's clowned
You can like righteously tell that Mr. Flamboyant when he gets put in jail
As far as mail he gets out the next minute pertainin' to a three thousand dollar bail
Solid as rock, right, left, right, duke and fight
Knockin' them suckers day after day, night after night
Whether you know it or not, this here's a dog’s game
You gotta watch ya back and play it well
Way too many brothers gettin’ took for large lump sums of mail
You can't be frail and don't be light in ya lil’ narrow tail
Gain some weight, drink beer with potatoes and gravy, it’s not too late
Become a savage, get swole but once, 20-inch arms establish
One-hitter quitters, the whole get down, don't run up on me now

[Interlude: B-Legit]
Uh, E, why you come at ‘em like that, mayne?
You know they can't understand that
When you doin' about a buck-fifty, mayne
But now, put that in perspective for ‘em though

[E-40]
Ay, check this out my sohabs
Due to the fact that I am at liberty
To release such valuable information towards the public
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Every last one of my sahobs been like hollerin' at me
Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant
Pertainin' to me righteously havin' inherited the gift to spit
So I had to like let loose

[B-Legit]
Like that
Well ya know the stuff is good listenin', mayne
But now I want you to go back to that tune that you was doin' earlier in the song
You know that lil' tune ya was doin'

[E-40]
Ah, you mean this here:
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here gettin' my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kinda comfortable, large mail and all
And a lot of jealous fellas would love to see me fall

[Outro]
In Vallejo, California, Mr. Flamboyants
Oakland, Mr. Flamboyants
South San Francisco, Flamboyants, Frisco
North Richmond, Flamboyants, like that
East Palo Alto, Sacramento
Stockton, Pittsburg, Reno
Seattle, Washington, L.A
Bear with me if I stutter, I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray
But nevermind 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 short
Detroit, Michigan, North Philly
Boise, Idaho, now really
Homicide state D.C
Flamboyants don't care what it be costin' in Boston
All around the city of Atlanta, Georgia
The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida (Luther)
You don't wanna mess with Texas (Don't mess with Texas)
Buffalo, Memphis or Kansas
Boyants can be found in Alabama
New Orleans, Louisiana
I just got a page from The Click
Dank time, I gotta get

Yeah, hustler (Repeat until end)