Flickin’

By Avant

On Private Room

Released on December 9, 2003

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In the club the crissy bottles are popping

And at the telli you know the panties are dropping

This track I'm flowing on is jumping

And just like Snoop and Dre we always into something

Yo playa yes I'm from Cleveland, where every night you know you hear the pistols squeezing

And when it's time to lay my mack down, 1st class pimp hat I stop in Chi-town!

(Chorus:)

We just Flickin, every day of my life that's how we livin'

From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning

In escalades and Caddies ice drippin

But we ain't Hollywood!

(2 Times)

To all my ladies wit they top down

And the Bentley's is sitting low to the ground

I had to tell that gurl to exhale, why's that?

Cause she seen me rollin' on Sprewells

And her booty was packed just like a lunch pale

But my game was tighter than a pair of Chanel's

She said you remind me of L.L.,then Kelly, then Nelly

I'm like yo' that's cool B, but you can call me AV

(Chorus:)

(2 times)

Yo' you can catch me on the back street

In the hood wit the girl off in the back seat

She said she's from Puerto Rico, i said yo' I need to stop and get some petro

She said, OK stop at the gas station

She's in the passenger seat just waiting patient

She put her foot up on my dash, I'm like what?

Gurl get them down and for that go pump my gas!

(Chorus:)

(2 times)

Bump Jay, I come thru

Chopping like I know kung fu

TV's make you feel like your sittin'

In yo front room, bang in the trunk too

Everybody hood know we got it good

We ain't Hollywood

We just flickin, so wipe a playa down, we pimpin

Everyday it's another bust down it's sickin'

I will up the chrome and flame, and for my nigga

AV and Stone Entertainment, head up, we flickin!

(Repeat chorus until the end starts to fade and end all the way out)