Flamboastin' (feat. Baby)

Ah, playboy

It's time to hump too

Fo' sho' nigga, we came back real hard

I know you hear me cookin the ice up playboy

And it's shinin like 20 inch dubs (Young slang)

Me and my nigga E-Feezy 'bout to do this time (All that shine)

You know, the Bay, is definitely where the yay

Yayo, Uptown, is the home of the motherfuckin AK's

Playboy, believe me

A-a-steppin in the club around 12 o'clock

Me and my fuckers at the afterspot

We order Remy, Hennessy, Courvoisier (Yeah)

Belvedere Vodka, and Grand Marnier

I love this life, what can I say?

Doin this damn thang till I'm old and grey

Poppin these P's and jackin my stacks

We some yay niggas, that's just how we act

We some fake ass niggas, doin a fool

We shake fake ass niggas, if you ain't cool

You can't hang with us, all access

Real niggas, like Baby Beatrix

Mack 9, Dub C, Sir Too Sheezy

8Ball, Pimp C, and Jayo Felony

Nate Dogg and Ant Banks to name a few

Straight flamboast, that's what we do

Flamboastin, yokin, dippin, floatin

Through yo' neighborhood on Zenith spokes and

Gettin this money cause we never broke and

Roastin these hoes is all we know

Flamboastin, from coast to coast

Flamboastin, that's all we know

Flamboastin, watch out hoes

Flamboastin, fo' shiggidy

12 Pockets, runnin through about a rack a day

Please believe, a rack a day ain't nothin to chickenfeed

Twerkin my Stark jelly, E-Feezy Fonzarelli

Sick with it hog medallion, hangin all the way down to my belt

Lord developin power, cause rassie by the gallon

Ebonically known for my spittery

See all the time people be askin me, "How you come up with that shit?"

"Pimpin I bought yo' tape, you see can't

You show me how to do that damn thang?"

You wack, no fingerprints back on the hand, damn

Look, it's them Mercedes wagons with the buck eyes

Lorenzo kits with TV's inside

20 Inch bling bling that's platinum

Jumped out the Hummer nigga with the fist to match him

This is parkin lot pimpin, bitches I slap 'em

Holla at my nigga E-40 and adapt 'em

20 Inch couldn't fit, adapt to slap 'em

Got the mansion house in Eastover that's platinum

Flamboastin, yokin, dippin, floatin

Through yo' neighborhood on Zenith spokes and

Gettin this money cause we never broke and

Roastin these hoes is all we know

Flamboastin, from coast to coast

Flamboastin, that's all we know

Flamboastin, watch out hoes

Flamboastin, fo' shiggidy

But I'm smooth up in the writer's block and my pen is my enemy

I hit the orange rough to enhance my creativity

Hustler on the go, straight up ghetto star

Darnell from 3-1-0, throw out my car

I make glove compartment for my strap

Climate control air conditioning AC in the back

Interior exterior Louis Vuitton piping in my 'llac

Offer for smokin Mr. Johnny Law, swear I sell crack

Thirteen hundred my partition, pimp I rap

Professional high-sider, with the flat screens and dashboard

Boomin all in the sun visor

Everything black and silver, I'm mackin

Weezy We got a Beamer that's platinum

Supposed to be a low low on 18's and adapters

Nigga this not a movie and nigga we ain't actin

Cadillac truck I hide I paint it platinum

And I know this bitch in Oakland named Platinum

Talk about she gon' eat the dick off the platter

I'm the number one stunna, and I'm mackin

Flamboastin, yokin, dippin, floatin

Through yo' neighborhood on Zenith spokes and

Gettin this money cause we never broke and

Roastin these hoes is all we know

Flamboastin, from coast to coast

Flamboastin, that's all we know

Flamboastin, watch out hoes

Flamboastin, fo' shiggidy