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Flashin'

アーティスト:E-40  アルバム:The Element of Surprise  作詞:STEVENS EARL T/E FOURTY/WHITEMON MARVIN ANTHONY/STUDIO TON  作曲:STEVENS EARL T/E FOURTY/WHITEMON MARVIN ANTHONY/STUDIO TON 

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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


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