Flatbush Zombies - MRAZ Lyrics
[Verse 1: Meech]What the bloodclot? Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3 Dwayne CarterWith a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big PoppaLittle dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob MarleyThrow 'em all in a blender and I'm what the ***** you getAnd imagine that like a figmentI'm a walking talking enigmaSomething you never figureI am like Randy Savage on acidThat's very vibrant and classicA walking disaster hazard to any rapperThat’s rappin, we the underground killasBut globally they feel us cause we restoring the feelingThis guru spit voodoo yesI am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breastsShe swallowing all my children (Ha!)Rack in my mouth teeth made of goldI'm sucking the areolas my nigga the best of bothDouble entendreAnd if they auctioning niggas then I'm the top productWhat am I saying they used to auction our forefathersWhere is my mind shit I can't find itLike looking for remote control after smoking marijuanaHow is he so niggerish yet so enlightenedIt can't be possible he livin' everything he rhymin'I feel like we entered the game at remarkable timing[Hook: Juice]Broke niggas only make jokes niggasI made more than I can fit in this quote niggaQuote nigga, we the hope niggaFlatbush Zombie mutha*****a, we the hope niggaHope Nigga, hope NiggaFlatbush Zombie mutha*****a we the hope niggaHope Nigga, hope NiggaFlatbush Zombie mutha*****a we the hope nigga[Verse 2: Erick]I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefitsAnd I never see my nemesis but I'm working on my penmanshipI counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winningIf I'm talking shit, shit man I'm only kiddingSitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere2012 is here still a different kind of fearIt's material and I ain't talkin fashionBelieve in what you want cause no one knows to seem what happensYa bastardsSince I smoked the cohiba, I'm evilZombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your peopleOnly illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bindI already got your heart, girl I wanna ***** your mindBut since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hardI never drop the acid, bruh I'm trippy as *****Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you upSo cut the ash right through the diamond, my hair wrapped up like a shaman[Hook][Verse 3: Juice]Cruising down the street, ain't got a 6-4Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of goldCorny baby mama knocking at my front do'She just want my (income), I'd rather get my (dick sucked)I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty don't tempt meLeather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. KellySmashing *****es in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with meTrippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent cuzHaving visions of Mason Betha coming backSpitting crack, contemplating how we living under SatanDiscriminating and hating, this ain't rapI call it food for the savoringWhat's your craving, Na-not for paparazzi the mostIncredible dope, feta, cheddar the revenueNever seen federal, gotta stay 'head of the revenueLove my medical hating niggas disguised as friendsI see the lies, wannabes, little G'sPeep A-P-C's, I'm a G-O-DRep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-YIt's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Z's, pleaseI got the scoop, ain't that about a *****Take a flick with the microphone ripper, grave diggerHairy black ball nigga - sicker than your averageTwisting dank, *****ing hoes on the kitchen sankWhat you thank?[Hook]
