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Yeah, I’m just a hustler on the go

Out here gettin' my propers don’t ya know

I’m livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah

And a jealous motherfucker would love to see me fall

Like that, that

When we sell this load

We’ll have twice what we started with

Yeah, this that old mackin' fast

Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat

Cognac lounge beat, motherfucker

Cognac lounge beat, mother- motherfucker

Yeah, this that old mackin' fast

Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat

Mr. Flamboyant, motherfucker

M-M-Mr. Flamboyant, motherfucker

As a youngster I never knew nothin'

That disobedient ass child in your neighborhood

You know the one the police was always chasin'

Straight down and dirty for my props

Eleven years old, extra-manish, hard-headed sellin' rocks

I carried a powerful ass motherfuckin' oversized toy that was hella 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' «Partner gotta grip»

Well actually what I was doin' was protectin' my people’s million dollar spots

It was my duty, I got paid to guard the whole motherfuckin' block

Try and catch me if you can, now that I’m a grown man, though

The mail I got stashed away, people will never know

Mr. Flamboyant

I came in here on business

I-I-I came in here on business

It could work out pretty good

It could work out pretty good

Yeah pertainin' to this bein' a dog ass world and all

A brother need some kind of occupaton to make his mail stand tall

Whether it’s slangin' 'em or whatever ya do man

Just make sure you true to the game

Still in the game everything pretty much the same

Tryna reach a certain goal, but I gotta ditch that there metro

Alcohol and Tobacco Bureau, Feds and the DEA

Yeah, just don’t run up on me when I’m off that there Grand-Mariner

Well, what if they blast you and slap yo ass in the trunk

Partner, if this was fifth all of us would be drunk

Don’t even like righteously trip off your petty punk shit like that

What is you sayin' brother

He 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 '76 Cutlass Oldsmobile (Muthafucka!)

Turnin' 360s like he was an Alaskan mobile

Sittin' on gold ones, hot flamin' and didn’t really know the deal

I said «What in the fuck wrong with you, you crazy ass motherfucker»

Partner back there tried to mean mug me and turn two tight ones like I was a

sucker

So slow ya lil' ass down on this here side of town

'Fore you find yourself melted or either beat down

Like that and that’s on the gooch my brother

Because nowadays a dollar comes harder than a motherfucker

So if you out in that world don’t get caught or be slippin'

'Cause today’s society ain’t trippin'

Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay

Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay

Yeah

There’s a fortune in this business

There’s a-there's a fortune in this business

Mr. Flamboyant, yeah that just might be yo name

The center of attention, money, fame

Fucking with a bitch’s brains, a player, insane

Leader of the squad, much yola, a gang

See, he throws the whole unit in a big ass gumbo pot

Foam stir, let it settle then make it locked

You can like righteously tell a real swing when he’s about his mail

Sparked the overkill, five hundred grams extra

Pertainin' to the triple beam scale

Solid as a rock, white white white

A-1 peep pistol plan

Nothin' of that scandalous ass cakin' with baking soda

Whether you know it or not here’s a dog’s game

You gotta watch your back and play it well

Way too many brothers get took for large sums of mail

You can’t be frail and don’t be light in ya narrow ass

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

Uh, E, why you come at 'em like that man

You know they can’t understand that shit

When you doin' about a buck fifty man

But now put that shit in perspective for 'em though

Ey, check this out my sohab

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 sohabs been hollerin' at me

Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant

Pertainin' to me havin' inherited the gift to spit

So I had to like let loose

Like that, well ya know the shit is good listenin' man

But now I want you to go back to the tune

You was doin' earlier in that song

You know that lil' tune ya was doin'

Oh yeah

You mean this right here:

Yeah, I’m just a hustler on the go

Out here gettin' my propers, don’t ya know

I’m livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all

And a lot of jealous fellas would love to see me fall

In Vallejo, California Mr. Flamboyants

Oakland, Mr. Flamboyants

South San Francisco, Flamboyants (Frisco)

North Richmond, Flamboyant (Like that)

East Palo Alto, Sacramento

Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno

Seattle, Washington L. A

Bear with me if I stutter, I’m kind of twisted off Tanqueray

But never mind 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

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, yeah hustler

Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler