[Intro: E-40]
Don't cha' know...
Yeah, it's another one of those potently, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know
Yeah, it's another one of those potently, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme
Fuckin' em' like that there beats
Fuckin' em' like fat beats, I'm just a hustler
[Verse 1: E-40]
I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle
Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible
So before you enter the to stepping
You best read up on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T
Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit
Tryin' to maintain a strong grip
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown
Since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
Pop-pos wanna harass
Me and Mac-D-Shot needed cash
Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time
So the boys kinda money was cuttin' grass
Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller
Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K
And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal
Don't cha' know...
Yeah, it's another one of those potently, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know
Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know
Yeah, it's another one of those potently, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme
Fuckin' em' like that there beats
Fuckin' em' like fat beats, I'm just a hustler
[Verse 1: E-40]
I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle
Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible
So before you enter the to stepping
You best read up on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T
Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit
Tryin' to maintain a strong grip
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown
Since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
Pop-pos wanna harass
Me and Mac-D-Shot needed cash
Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time
So the boys kinda money was cuttin' grass
Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller
Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K
And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal
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