Mr. Flamboyant Lyrics - Singles - The Click

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 

When we sell this load 

We'll have twice what we started with 

Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast 

Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank 

Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat 

Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat 

Mother, motherfucker 

Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast 

Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank 

Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant 

Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant 

Yes, motherfucker 

As a youngster I never knew Nathan 

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, extramanish, hard-headed sellin' them 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 

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 occupation 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 

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 did you say 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 say is "What's the fuck wrong with you, you crazy ass motherfucker" 

On the back seat 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 even beat down 

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' 

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 

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 kill, five hundred grams 

Pertainin' to the triple beam scale 

Solid as a rock, white, white, white A-1 peep pistol plan 

Nothin' with scandalous ass cakin' were 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 some 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 

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 goin' perspective for em' though 

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 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, you mean this here 

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 fellows 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 

Dank tight, I gotta get 

Yeah hustler, yeah hustler 

Yeah hustler, yeah hustler 

Yeah hustler, yeah hustler 

Yeah hustler, hustler 

Hustler, hustler, yeah hustler 

Hustler, hustler, hustler