Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flickin' , by - Frayser Boy. Release date: 01.03.2004
Song language: English
Flickin' |
| Yeah, you got Frayser Boy up in this thang |
| With the King of Memphis, and my dog the Juice Man |
| And I got something for my niggas flickin on them 20's |
| 21's, 2's, 3's, 4's and even got something for my limited edition niggas |
| On them 25's, keep that chrome flickin' baby |
| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin |
| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin |
| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin |
| Everytime I bust on the slab, I’m gon' be flickin |
| A Nigga flickin, I’m so tickin, when I mob down your street |
| Ain’t no forgettin, no bullshittin, on my lap is that heat |
| I’m in the Bay, that gun don’t play, sittin on some Giovanni’s |
| I’m flickin by, I’m sittin up high, I’m also gettin money |
| See my reflection, shit gets hectic when I beat my junt up |
| Drinking Corona, with aroma, when I rose that blunt up |
| So don’t you try because you high, flickin down on my little dog |
| I cut the real, you know the deal, I hit the gas and ball off, Boy |
| My rims are big, my tires are thin, when I be on the sizzle |
| See something thick, wit a whick you know it’s DJ Pizzle |
| I’m on the slab, like jumpin ground, I’m bout to grab a pissle |
| Ridin Pirelli’s, wit big bellies, thats how HCP do |
| Our money’s long, your money’s gone, you spent it all on that ho |
| And sold your rims at the GM because you went love wit blow |
| We ridin past ya, hollerin at ya, we on 24's |
| Stuff on clean, real mean, blowin ounce of green you know |
| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin |
| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin |
| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin |
| Everytime I bust on the slab, I’m gon' be flickin |
| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin |
| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin |
| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin |
| Got that pistol in my lap for my foes, you know I’m flickin |
| Yeah, Yeah, right here we gon burn some motherfuckin rubber |
| In your motherfuckin hoes face, like thiss |
| Around the world niggas know that HCP on |
| We see each other when we talk on our car phones |
| We smokin Bin Laden and ridin on something chrome |
| Them U’s in our lap, never leavin’em at home |
| A blue Bonneville the tires are Scorpions |
| My rims mid-twenties some days are full grown |
| We Platnium on our plaques, are necks, and our arms |
| And we never switchin jewelry, or take clothes, we got our own |
| When you see me flickin by, I got you boys hot |
| Hit the D&D and flick on the lot |
| Sittin on some twenty-twos, and blowin up the spot |
| And haters don’t you plot, and get yo ass shot |
| Because a nigga claim, its gon attract cops |
| Hate to see a nigga thats young and on top |
| The tone is in my lap and you know its on cock |
| Eyes poppin out yo head whenever a nigga stop |
| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin |
| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin |
| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin |
| Everytime I bust on the slab, I’m gon' be flickin |
| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin |
| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin |
| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin |
| Got that pistol in my lap for my foes, you know I’m flickin |
| North, Evergreen, Evergreen, in this bitch my nig, it go like this |
| PIMP Juicy the Fuckin J |
| The only nigga in Memphis that mix Vodka wit Moet |
| I’m still up on the scene, I’m ridin clean in a Benz’ay |
| I tell a stuck up Bitch to suck my Dick she say, Okay |
| So hit yo boy, off on the horn because we got the |
| Fresh from Columbia funds, we niggas keep keys |
| Peace to Project Pat in the pen, them boys a Tall Trees |
| And 201, until yall get out, we gon keep flickin these |
| Niggas hollerin no way, sittin on some ho-days |
| Twenty-fo's on you hoes, flickin when I roll way |
| Hit the Bay, don’t play, head down a boulevard |
| Lookin like some chrome ceilin fans, ima pull a card |
| Bout to have a heart attack when a nigga flick by |
| Rims they so fuckin big make a nigga sit high |
| Watchin for the Po Po’s you know they be fuckin wit me |
| Hollerin at a stout little something, waitin on her to hit me |
| Dont forget me |
| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin |
| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin |
| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin |
| Everytime I bust on the slab, I’m gon' be flickin |
| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin |
| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin |
| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin |
| Got that pistol in my lap for my foes, you know I’m flickin |