Текст песни Flashin' (E-40) с переводом

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 restaurant and order a gang of food

Run up out of that prejudiced punk-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

Gotta live up 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 ho 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, Trues and Vogues

Slammin Cadillac do’s together, cookin crack

Making eighteen 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 niggas 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 niggas 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

Sent a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi rhine

He brought me back chablis, and I got 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’mma 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 niggas I tell ya

Shit I tell ya, SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT BITCH, shit!