36 Chamber Flow - Flatbush Zombies

Overload and overgone

Time to get this paper on

Fetti Mozarelli, modern day Fonzerelli

Or DMX and Belly

I’m still smooth though

Rick Rude ho, never played the fool roll

Psychedelic renegade, higher than the other day

Free your mind, or get trapped in yesterday

Eyes low, tell me what you wanna' do

OG puffa, nigga I will not lose

I toke a lot, I loke a lot

With the Flocka, word up to Big Poppa

You Craig & meg floppers

I’m smokin' like a rasta

New York diesel, get proper

I’m cliché, but this is my forte

We stay strapped and I’m packing like Green Bay

I’m a giant, André rack alief

I’m a monster, no Kanye required

Ready to die track 17 I’m suicidal

Ran out of dutchie so we use the paper out the bible

Smoking exotic piff, with an exotic bitch

Eyes low, chronic spliff

Pussy wet, watch it drip

The high life I’m living

It ain’t sinning if you winning

Everyday is haze blunts, scandalous women

True talk, I spit the art

Hunting money is my favourite sport

I walk the walk and pussy is something I never bought

I need a bad bitch, with really good features

We too high up, you never ever reach us

Nosebleed sex, I fuck her in the bleachers

You know I like them chink eyes, thick thighs

Shirley Temple weave, hair look like curly fries

Who needs a gimmick, got real nigga features

Who needs a diamond ring when there’s crystals on ya reefer