Lyrics Flex - 2Pac feat. The Stretch

Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Slippin' through my shit wonderin'
What hit's it get
Even before the flicks I was always
Hit to flip the script
Let's play a game, call catch a bitch
How you play?
Well diss me nigga and catch a fist
You playin'?
Ooo, I know you didn't expect
A nigga to catch wreck
I'm comin' from the west, they all slept
(Flex) 'Cause it's been a long day
And I get with Johnny Q when
Niggas rub me the wrong way

Twenty four tracks is fat and all that
Pack smack, jaw crack, after that
Can I get my balls back?
Nigga don't front, just pass the blunt
I freak the funk for the trunks
Pop the pump on the chumps i make ya jump
Dum diddy dump, love to thump
Leavin' niggas with plumps
Smokin' blunts and skunks
So here it comes, let's have a gun
Or get done by the worst

Of our trumps for fun pump pump!
Flex, flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Oh duck, prepare to throw nigga
Get that ass dropped
Give us mad props and get packed I'm mad hot
So get that 'caine step to
The wrong fuckin' man
The crew too, fifty niggas in the wrong clan
You fuckin' bitch you better take
You snitch ass home

Is up feel his chrome on your damn dome
Boom boom boom niggas better
Duck or get bucked
Fuck stuck in the damn gut
I tryna tell ya but niggas ain't feel me
The fuck with dollar wouldn't that
Never hail g
Born for boner, raise up in the stack
Schoolin', I'm ready to feel pain bet you ass
Will be fillin on the
Foul type, then you say "Hi!" when I pass by
A nigga tryna act fly god bless the nice try
Straight serve, what a herb
Kicked to the curb slammin' dust
He got some motherfuckin' nerve
So back fuckin' and get jacked, don't test
So get wrecked and it will be a mess
If they wanna be a

Flex, flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Hey yo, nothin' gets buck quick
When he fuck with, and Thoro Headz stuck
Bet you can't budge with the rough niggas
See, it's fifty niggas with me
Is hundred head raw
Not to mention a countless, I'm not ya ammo
So why would you wanna play a test
You can't fade the best
Since you get laid to rest
Yeah, still wreck

You testin' your mic full of check tack it
Rep with niggas wanna flex it
They call me Big Mac
You put the fuckin bitch and I'm outie
Five dodge and you will never doubt me
I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy
Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty
Yeah, like it's magic we comin'
On that ass massive
Better tap in or get your ass kicked
And if you plannin' on rushin'

Better stomp fast 'Cause in the flat
I snatch a badge out you mark ass
Ayo, spark, split fifty niggas
They should give us motherfucker some
Of that real shit
Ill shit they keep holes on the deals nigga
Attackin' niggas like shit list
With quick hit's so fuck a rhyme if ya feel
What I want for tacs
Watch ya back, nigga, 'cause we ain't quitter
Thoro Headz motherfucker

Big Malcolm, motherfucker indo boy
Strictly representin' for the
Motherfuckin' fuigitive
Them niggas can't be fucked with
So when I keel over and die

They gon take the shit
All you weak motherfuckers
Get the motherfuckin'
'Cause my niggas ain't afraid of
Flexin' you feel me
Young Niggas, young niggas