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flatbush zombies - regular and complex (gnb) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: zombie juice]
welcome to my world, visions like my mind
on a thin wire, struggle but i’m here
still high like it’s no fear, tip toe
like a ballerina, you can’t see me, john cena
play my cards with a poker face
sometimes i feel like the only race
racing speeding, still hungry like i ain’t eating, call it even
a spades a spade, some other hoes but i live in the shade
palm trees pr-nto bob marley
i’m the dutch master, i’ll box you boy like c-ssius
put them in a casket, like the taker
21-0 on you haters, 21 o’s
step up in the building, something like elvis
i’m bout to re-up this here better than my last, uh
mortal thought, living through all of y’all
treat this sh-t like my only child, son of god
calculate my visions what i want is how i’m living
you might win some, but you just lost one
this beat here banging, erick arc son
if you double cross you hit the floor allen i. son

[hook]
young dumb mothaf-cka, life’s guns and b-tter
my grandpa still make that crack rock bubble
tell karma i love her been a real good mothaf-cka
so she bless us with p-ssy, drugs and money
i ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
n-gg-s won’t snitch, don’t abide by the law
blowing loud on the porch, machievelli on my thoughts
how many real n-gg-s will be down for the cause?

[verse 2: erick arc elliot]
some days are made for reminiscing
drug dealers with no product or pot to even p-ss in
permission by granted god we see a law
molecules, miniscule and (?) so you all
you a part of early stardom, i believe we all achieve
in the eyes of martyrs, never a problem
hearts fall apart so i st-tched mine
quick to choke a n-gg-, i be tryna b-tch mine
shorty sweet like clementine
i rap for the n-gg-s that make beats but never get to shine, shine
hey, vinyl blue in green, miles davis cd’s
i compose my sixteens before 88 keys
the first time i did drugs it was making the beats
mpc bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep
everybody’s a snake, that’s why i try to keep the gr-ss cut
see it when they coming, then i heat they -ss up

[hook]

[verse 3: meechy darko]
if rap was illegal you b-tch n-gg-s wouldn’t even write a bar
sh-t, i’d probably be behind bars
raising the bar through these bars, i am at the bar
taking shots of henny telling the bartender about all of my flaws
i’m in love with hip-hop not from the allure
i am sure, every single dog is a day on the cross
no labels telling me fables, b-tch, i am my own boss
stoned off triple og, watch me zone off
supreme ent-ty, public enemy, energy that i’m harvesting
in pursuit of the riches, i want more green than them army men figures
so much shrooms and acid that my thoughts
are tangled and twisted like g-ngb-nga fingers
right before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligments
metal fragments will hit you so many holes in a n-gg-
been with the wind-blowing whistle, bet that i could read your mental
with my finger on temple and learn the deepest
darkest secrets that your shadow will tell you
cause you heard that i’m a better piece in stickups of the jay like a memory
and if your eyes ain’t bloodshot you need to get some better weed
screaming “what the bloodclot?” shotty in a stolen v
follow the law? i don’t even follow the lord, flexing
like i just shot up a bottle of ‘roids, s-xing
bad exotic chick on top of ya boy, chip on my shoulder
only if chips involved, mothaf-cka!

[outro]
i see you got yourself a little business going. well, that’s good, that’s good when you make that paper but when you makin’ paper you gotta learn some rules too. you gotta learn the difference between guns and b-tter. there’s two types of n-gg-s in this world: they’re n-gg-s with guns and n-gg-s with b-tter. now what are guns? the guns, that’s the real estate. it’s stocks and bonds, artwork, you know the sh-t you appreciate with value. what’s the b-tter? cars, clothes, jewelry. all that other bullsh-t that don’t mean sh-t after you buy it. that is what it’s all about, guns and b-tter baby! lil dumb mothaf-ckas

- flatbush zombies

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