[E-40]
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get 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

[* Gangster voive *]
When we sell this load
We'll have twice what we started with

[E-40 talking]
Yeah it's that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
M-motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Yeah it's that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, M-Mr. Flamboyant
Yes motherfucker

[E-40]
As a youngster I never knew nathin'
Just an inobedient child in the 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 killed an old wack motherfucker, no one ever bigger than me
Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 air fifteen
Clean, fully automatic and the whole killer kit
It's cops be walkin' up and down the street
Folks be pointin' they fingers sayin' "Partner gotta grip"
Basically what I was doin' was protectin' my people
My million dollar spots, it was my duty
Got paid to guard the whole motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant

[Gangster voive]
I came in here on business
I-I-I came in here on b
Satellite Of Love lyrics

Satellite's gone up to the skies
Thing like that drive me out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of ...
Satellite's gone way up to Mars
Soon it will be filled with parking cars
I watch it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV
Satellite of love ...
I've been told that you've been bold
With Harry, Mark and John
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, to Thursday
With Harry, Mark and John
Satellite's gone up to the skies
Thing like that drive me out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV
Satellite of love ...
usiness
It could work out pretty good
It could work out pretty good

[B-Legit talking]
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

[E-40]
Still in the game everything pretty much the same
Tryin' to reach a certain goal
But I gotta dish that during metro
Alcohol and tobacco and Bureau, Feds and the DEA
Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma yay
Well what if they block and slap yo ass in the truck
Partner, if this was a fifth all of us would be drunk
Don't even like rockin' bleach
Trippin' on petty crunk shit like that
What is he sayin' brother
He might be talkin' bout how it's to the back
Me and my pussy was comin' around the corner on these shoes
I mean wheels, yeah in this 76 Cutlass Oldsmobile
Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile
Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' didn't really know the deal
I sais "What's the fuck wrong with you, you crazy motherfucker"
Partner back there tried to mean mug me
And turn me like I was a sucker
So slow ya lil' ass down on this side of town
Before you find yourself either melted or beat down

[B-Legit talking]
Like that and that's on the goose my brother
Because now days 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'

[Singing]
Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay
Ah hay Ah hay Ah 
N.T. lyrics

[Q-Tip]
for real though who really got sick though
on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf
fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack
cutie little bucks better hit the jake
but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within
you cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
and you asses can't dip my B
my shine what the fuck is on your mind?
Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only the opposite train it I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Use a cruel intention that we have is bad
You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed
hay
Yeah

[Gangster voice]
There's a fortune in this business
There's a-there's a fortune in this business

[E-40]
Mr. Flamboyant yeah that just might be yo name
The center of attention, money, fame
Fuckin' with just rain or crazed insane
Leader of the squad, much younger than gangs
See he rolls the whole unit in a big simple pipe
Foams stirs let it settle and then make it light
Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail
Spark off a hill, five hundred grams
Pertainin' to the triple beam scale
Solid as rock, white white white
A-1 peep pistol plan
Nothin' with scandalous ass cakin' baking soda
Whether you know it or not here's a dog scale
You gotta watch ya back or playa will
Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain ya weight
Drink beer by the case, it's not too late
Become a savage, get smoked once what ya want to establish
One hitter quitters, the ho get down run up on me now

[B-Legit talking]
Ooh 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 oin perspective for em' though

[E-40 talking]
Man check this out my side hog
Due to the fact that I am at liberty
To release such valuable information towards the public
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Every one of my last side hogs been hollerin' at me
Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant
Pertainin' to me havin' inherited
The gift to spit so
Sharp Fucka Blades Of Hades lyrics

General defarmatory remarks about Satan, people I don't like, and egg and cresssandwiches, none of which make the blindest bit of difference, 'cos you can'tunderstand a bloody word of it anyway!!!
 I had to like let loose

[B-Legit talking]
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'

[E-40 talking]
Oh yeah
You mean this right here

[E-40]
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a lot of jealous motherfucker would love to see me fall
Like that, that

In Vallejo, California Mr. Flamboyant
In Oakland, Mr. Flamboyant
South Central, San Francisco Flamboyant, Frisco
North Richmond, Flamboyant
East Palliato, Sacramento
Stockton, Pittsburgh, Reno
Seattle, Washington L.A.
Bear with me if I slither I'm kind of twisted off Tanqueray
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 and Philly
Boise, Idaho now Billings
Homeside State, D.C.
Flamboyance don't care what it be costin' in Boston
All around the city of Atlanta, Georgia
The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida
Ya don't wanna mess with Texas
Buffalo, Memphis or Kansas
Boyance can be found in Alabama
New Orleans, Louisiana
I just got a page from The Click
Game tight, I gotta get

[E-40 to fade]
Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler

Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler

Yeah hustler, yeah hustler
Yeah hustler, y-yeah hustler

Hustler, h-hustler