Текст песни Mr. Flamboyant 2k11 (E-40) с переводом

I was out there on the yola track

Try’na make my motherfuckin money back

Po-po beat me up and took all of my feddy

Uhh! All my feddy

I think they almost had enough to cop me two or three

Two of Oz’s of that good candy

But I was goin take just a second for me to get back on my toes and feet

On my toes and feet uhh

BEATCH!

Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin'

Truck robbin', sparks some coke, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats

Muthafucka, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats

Mutha-muthafucka

Yeah, this one of em throwback, mobbed out, yola coppin'

Truck robbin', sparks some coke, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats

Muthafucka, crack a bottle and sip some yac beats

Mutha-muthafucka

When I was born I was designed to be a boss

Good to be able to get with anything that I came across (came across)

Uhh! Throw off med cause I’m wore this glass-terboyant

Now scout across when I was out there in the traffic, be flicking and serving

knocks

A place in the danger street used to make that tension shoot pella sober-bees

One of the most faithful weapons of choice remington rifles 223's

Some of em in the plastic fresh out the box with the cleaning kit

I was quiet then I was slippin' if you fuck with me I empty the clip, uhh

Basically me and my goons was oversea and my relives was really unit-less

It was my job I got Brenton to hold down the whole muthafuckin block

Now I’m the nigga I’m that dude I’m the man (I'm the man)

This shit I spittin' niggas don’t understand

BEATCH!

I’m gonna give you ten percent of the tape

I’m gonna give you ten percent of the tape

You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life

You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life

I didn’t try an take it over, I took it over

I did-I did-I did-I did-I didn’t try and take it over, I took it over

You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life

You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life

Mr. Flamboyant

Mr. Flamboyant, yeah that just might be yo handle

Blackjack, craps, roulette, high rolling love ta gamble

Whole water like a Campbell, never tell or never snitch

On a mission to get rich, slap the shit up out a bitch (beatch)

I’m a fixture having chips, been doing it for a grip

Might not gangbang but I set trip

I been out here 24/7 nothing more or nothing less

Written my ass off, smelling like feet, butt and breath

In the mean time in between time I be mobbin' (mobbin')

Backing and dodging Batman and Robin (Robin)

Live up my life in the fast lane no jogging

Capitalizing and taking advantage every time I hear money calling

They tell me I need to be pumpin' my brakes I’m movin too quick, I’m rushing

I open a nigga up I’ll bust my gun mane I ain’t bluffing

Minimum musclin' hustlin' try’na get this cake

My hood didn’t breed no chimpanzee my hood breeded a ape

Sinister mob music, excruciation throb

Two Turks and four east in the trunk, doin his fuckin' job

I’m hella far from being a punk, all my life I been a hog

The only freeway in this express just a cough and this refrigerators and walls

In the Bay we got earthquakes, in the south they got tornado

In the Midwest and the east coast either rain, sleeted or sleep

When it comes to pushing I’m a pro, clever about the moves I make

Legal with my ideals and choices that I choose to chose to take

Beeatch! (beotch)

Be kinda careful what’chu say

Be kinda-be kinda-be kinda careful what’chu say

You just try and cross me and see if I mean it

You just try and cross me and see if I mean it

You can’t expose me to the police?

You can’t e-you can’t e-you can’t expose me to the police?

You just try and cross me and see if I mean it

You just try and cross me and see if I mean it

Mr. Flamboyant

See he course, he treats tribulum put em in plastic baggies

Medicine draws, saran wraps, FedEx or UPS

Whatever you need I got it at your request

Got the lowest prices in tantums as far as quality got the best

Me and my niggas don’t take no risk you real niggas prolly goin need it

Everybody gotta squeeze through these lays, rifles and SK’s

Stuck in my stubborn ways, hella mannish with it

There goes the 12gauge, do damage with it

Whoopin em at they own game, all the po-po know my name

My fame bigger than my bank, I’m throwing heavy change

You can find me at the shooting range perfecting and practicing my aim

Me and my young life, knuckleheads, Thunder Cats and hooligans

The only way to get out is to go in

So cover me I’m going in like Daniel in the Lion’s Den

Roll with us or get rolled over man, crushed a swad a beer can

The only man I fear is in the mirror man

BEATCH!

I been waiting for a break like this for years

I been waiting for a break like this for years

Aye why didn’t you tell us you were such a big shot?

Aye why didn’t you tell us you were such a big shot?

Mr. Flamboyant

I been waiting for a break like this for years

I been waiting for a break like this for years

Aye why didn’t you tell us you were such a big shot?

Aye why-aye why didn’t you tell us you were such a big shot?

Mr. Flamboyant

I’ve always had a preference for legitament enterprises

I think you been going to hard lately night and day

I’ve always had a preference for legitament enterprises

I think you been going to hard lately night and day

I’ve always had a preference for legitament enterprises

I think you been going to hard lately night and day

I’ve always had a preference for legitament enterprises

I think you been going to hard lately night and day