Flashin' Akkorde von 
E‐40 
N/A
Key: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Eb
Cm
G
Cm
Ooh ooh
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Cm
Fm
G
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Fm
G
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Flash in'
Eb
Fm
G
Eb
*belches*
Ooh
Gm
Cm
I'm goin' off that Boyd dog
F#
through Purina Chow Chow
G
Cm
Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga head
Fm
Chest out never under stood
grew up in the hood
G
Never knew right from wrong
Cm
Get to dump in' on a nigga
Fm
for nothin' for no reason
G
Eb
Mannish little knucklehead hard
Cm
head heathen
Eb
Fm
Meanin' give a fuck about
G
life I seen my momma
Cm
Stab my daddy in the stomach
with a knife
When I was three years old,
finally figured it out
G
Cm
That's why a nigga sold coke,
clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin' doubt,
Fm
take a nigga out
G
For trying to go between my
Cm
motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go
G
Gm
Fully auto matic convert ible
Cm
I'm a wipeaway arsonist
Fire extingusher, if you ain't spittin'
Fm
heat then mother fucker
G
Cm
You betta' damn sure be work in'
for me or else you're fucked
G
Either that, I get your jaw wired
Eb
up , pathological liar
Cm
Fm
Dope game got me like this,
fertify high
G
Cm
Smokin' more bomb than Cheech and Chong,
I'm sayin'
G
Hit up Denny's restaurant
and order a gang of food
Cm
Eb
Cm
Run up out of that preju diced
Fm
fuck- ass mother fucker
G
Without even havin' any n kind
Cm
of intention on even payin''
Damn near flashin',
Gm
Eb
that's what the fuck I'm doin'
Cm
And I'm blastin' up in this motherfucker
Fm
G
Cm
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and
G
Cm
I'm say in' fuck the world
I'm pissin on everything, fuck it,
G
Fm
nigga I'm flashin'
Cm
I'm actin bad
Eb
Fm
I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuck
G
in' table
Cm
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you
touch my shit and I'm flashin'
Gm
Cm
Un derstand my shit,
the situation is way damn real
Fm
Mother fucker I'm drunk
G
off the shit
Cm
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement,
I'm flashin'
G
Cm
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin
in the air for nothin'
Fm
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm
G
Cm
duh duh duh duh check it out
At this, got it fired up,
G
choppers in the back of the truck
Cm
Eb
About to light the nigga crib up
Cm
Fm
Bang bang shoot 'em up claim fame
G
Got a little to my name,
Cm
slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's
hard labor chasin paper
G
Nigga twerkin', go to
Cm
Eb
sev eral Russian car
Cm
Eb
Fm
Click- ers come esouped with
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G
VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards
Cm
Pullin'' all kind of heavy
G
metal straps
Beatin' nijjas down with bumper jacks
Cm
Eb
Fm
LIP's bitches overseas shoot crap
F#
G
Try to have more paper
than a factory
Cm
Mother fuckers gettin' to showin
out when the yard flexes
G
Eb
Cm
Li able, blow a whole on a psycho
F#
G
Vital, lookin' out for the rival
Cm
tribal dead on arrival
G
Psycho, it's all about survival
Cm
Quarter ounce zippers is on
Eb
Fm
Run up in his home white sock or bone
G
With the chrome pist- al, pis
Cm
G
Cm
tol whip a nigga
With a zap force, seen this hammer,
Fm
Arm and Hammer
G
Cm
Bakin soda, listening to the scanner,
scared man
Can't win, especially when
Fm
G
a nigga packin''
Cm
Fet ti stackin'', mashin', flashin'
G
Cm
I'm flashin', the Elroy's pulled me over
Eb
Cm
Eb
And put the flash light to my win dow
Fm
Cm
and told me I was speed in'
G
Cm
And I got to, fa- lashin' on they ass
I got to actin like a demon
G
Eb
the motherfuck ers told me
Cm
The other day I go to turn
Fm
off my P- G- and- E
G
Nigga and I got to actin bad
Cm
and I got to flashin'
On a motherfucker,
G
motherfucker come out there
Cm
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy
Fm
G
up in the motherfuck in' sto'
And I said,
Cm
"bitch I'm F- ah- lash in!"
Don't let me get to flashin' on
G
Cm
yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club,
Eb
Fm
Eb
and a motherfucker step on my shoe
G
Eb
Gm
Cm
And I got to fa- lashin!
It's all bad,
G
Cm
mother fucker used to be comrade
Eb
Cm
Eb
Used to fuck the same hoes,
Fm
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wear Jeff clothes
G
Cm
G
Closer than a bugger to a nose,
Cm
choosin vogues
Slammin' Cadillac do's together,
cookin crack
G
Cm
Gettin' eighteens if it's back,
Eb
overkill
Cm
Fm
Put the whammy on the whoop,
be on the lookout
G
Cm
For the state troop, might shoot,
durin the drug deal
Flippin at the mouth
G
Voluntar ily raps
your motherfuckin' folkers out
Cm
Tight about since Little League,
Boy Scouts
Fm
G
Paper route dropped a dia
mond get some day skunk
Cm
I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky,
booty like a old hag
G
Cm
She gonna get hella stanky if youse
get teared up
Fm
Cm
But us niggas don't bring me back
G
Cm
My motherfuck in' duffle bag
I squinges off the hinges
Fm
G
Cm
Eb
Lean ballin', alco hol and weed
Cm
Eb
A thousand dollars worth of chump change,
Fm
chicken feed
G
Cm
A criminal re cord a full of dirty deeds
Givin niggas black eyes and
bloody lips
G
Cm
G
Cauliflower ears and ex tra clips
Eb
Cm
Eb
Fm
Gun clappin mu sic slap pin
party crashin''
G
Cm
Brash and motherfuck er flashin'
Fm
Gm
The holiday just came on the first
Fm
Cm
second and third of the month
Eb
Cm
Eb
Fm
Made my check late and I got to,
G
Cm
flashin' on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin' that
shit about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin'
Fm
steps and I got ta
G
Cm
Tellin that bitch I'm F- ah- lashin'
Send a rookie to the store to bring
G
Eb
me back some Rossi Ron
Cm
Eb
He brought me back Chablais, and
Fm
I get to flashin'
G
Cm
On that bitch ass mother fucker,
silly nigga
Yknahmsayin? A motherfucker up
Gm
Cm
in this mother fucker flashin'
Eb
Fm
Get to testin my testicles nigga
G
Cm
and I'ma flash on yo' ass
Bad word get back to me
and I'm flashin'
Eb
Cm
Lost all my money up in the dice
G
Cm
game and I flash
Eb
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe Echel
Cm
Eb
on and go to flashin'
Cm
Dopefiend ran off with a hundred
Eb
coun t of my teeth
Cm
Eb
G
And I'm flashed
Cm
Big Willie cashed my hawkin money
G
water so I took it to Scottie's
Eb
To keep my self from flashin'
Cm
Bought $250 worth of liquor
Fm
an d they tried to charge me
G
Cm
For some ice and I flashed
Fm
Got jumped outside a house party
G
Fm
fools left me for dead
Cm
When I got home I seen them
motherfuckers
Fm
G
And they ass was in the red,
I got to flash in'
Cm
I tell ya, bitch these niggas I tell ya
G
Fm
Cm
Cm
Fm
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch,
G
Fm
Cm
shit!
Outro 1
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