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It's Flamboyant, y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all Me and my man was cruising through the streets and everything was flowing nice The corner's crowded, niggaz must be rolling dice I parked the ride, so my nigga iroc can crash the lye spot And I'ma gamble until he come back, why not? Click-clack, cock the gat back, gotta be strapped The game was mad packed, mad cats pockets was fat They playin' Cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough I bets nothin' less than a G, yo, you know my steelo? First I was losing, then I started throwing head crack After head crack, got my bread back, jumped in my red ac' I'm waiting for my nigga to come out of the spot I see niggaz starting to plot, and I'm far from my block Finally, he walked out, told him, 'hop the fuck in' On my face he saw the grin and said, how much did you win? ' I estimated about 45, maybe 50 G's My man was hungry, so I dropped him off at mickey D's Now I'm alone, heading home to rest my dome Spotted some niggaz trailing so I picked up the phone Called bones, I said, 'yo son, I'm on the run Need your help before I get done Meet me downstairs, bring your big gun I don't believe this, this nigga said he can't make it 'Cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked And then he hung up And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what? I'm cruising fast and they still behind me The same nigga who I won the money from, and his grimy crimey It's about to get, real hasty Grabbed the steel, took it off safety 'Cause I refuse to let these niggaz waste me I started to cruise fast, then stopped short and made 'em crash And now them fags is all bloody from the shattered glass And one of them had passed, when his face smashed the dash I was injured too, leaking with a deep gash I ain't panicked, I was quite calm Couldn't use the right arm, so I grabbed the gat with the left Walked up to the car the creep was stuck in the seat Looked at him, shook my head then started bucking my heat It's over now, cause both of these motherfuckers asleep I think I'm dying, I'm feelin' weak out on my feet But before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first To 141st in Broadhurst That's where bones live, walked in the building, staggering Lookin' tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down From the look in my eye, he knew he would die Started to cry, stuck the gat to his head and said, 'why? ' Then he offered me, all of his cheese Then dropped to his knees and begged me please not to squeeze Then his brains got blast out, he's ass-out, then I dashed out Into the streets, covered with blood, about to pass out The hospital's up, a couple of blocks, I'm on my way but Damn, here comes a couple of cops; I pulled out And started blowing they started blowing back I'm goin' all out I ain't holding back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin' back I kept shooting, one shot caught a cop dead in his top The other pig ducked behind a big truck I was bleeding real bad, and couldn't stop it But still had the 50 thou' profit in my pockets The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near Seen kids playin' everywhere then threw the cash in the air I watched all of them, run for they share And all I can do was stare I got weak and fell on my rear Now I can hear the sirens, that means here comes the jakes But it's too late, I'm knocking on the pearly gates Yeah, casualties of a dice game Never gamble with snakes Let that be a lesson to you Yeah, it's Corleone y'all Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all Big L, y'all, Flamboyant, baby, yeah Big L, uh Big L, yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all, yeah
Writer(s): Rondell Turner, Lamont Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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