Mrflamboyant 2k11 Lyrics - Revenue Retrievin: Overtime Shift - E-40

[Singing: E-40] 

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 Oze'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 [laughs] uhh 

BEATCH! 

[Rapping: E-40] 

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 

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[Verse 1:] 

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 remitting rifles, 223's 

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

I was quiet when I was sleepin' 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! 

Photos 

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 to take it over, I took it over 

I did-I did-I did-I did-I didn't try to 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 

[Verse 2:] 

Mr. Flamboyant, yeah that just might be yo handle 

Blackjack, crafts, Relent, high rolling, mud and gamble 

Whole water like a Campbell, never tell or never snitch 

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

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 breast 

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 advance every time I hear money calling 

They tell me I need to be pumpin' my brace I'm legal 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 

[Verse 3:] 

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 

They ain't guilt in 12gauge, you damage with 

Moving em at they own gang, 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 in 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 in 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 geminate enterprises 

I think you been going to high off lately night and day 

I've always had a preference for geminate enterprises 

I think you been going to high off lately night and day 

I've always had a preference for geminate enterprises 

I think you been going to high off lately night and day 

I've always had a preference for geminate enterprises 

I think you been going to high off lately night and day