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