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  • Текст песни Flatbush ZOMBiES - MRAZ

    Исполнитель: Flatbush ZOMBiES
    Название песни: MRAZ
    Дата добавления: 14.06.2016 | 00:16:46
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    [Verse 1: Meech]
    Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3 Dwayne Carter
    With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Papa
    Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley
    Throw em' all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get
    And imagine that like a figment
    I'm a walking talking enigma
    Something you never figure
    I am like Randy Savage on acid
    That's very vibrant and classic
    A walking disaster hazard to any rapper
    That’s rappin, we the underground killas
    But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling
    This guru spit voodoo yes
    I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts
    She swallowing all my children (Ha!)
    Rack in my mouth teeth made of gold
    I'm sucking the areolas my nigga the best of both
    Double entendre
    And if they auctioning niggas then I'm the top product
    What am I saying they used to auction our forefathers
    Where is my mind shit I can't find it
    Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana
    How is he so niggerish yet so enlightened
    It 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 niggas
    I made more than I can fit in this quote nigga
    Quote nigga, we the hope nigga
    Flatbush Zombie muthafucka, we the hope nigga
    Hope Nigga, hope Nigga
    Flatbush Zombie muthafucka we the hope nigga
    Hope Nigga, hope Nigga
    Flatbush Zombie muthafucka we the hope nigga

    [Verse 2: Erick]
    I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefits
    And I never see my nemesis but I'm working on my penmanship
    I counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winning
    If I'm talking shit, shit man I'm only kidding
    Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere
    2012 is here still a different kind of fear
    It's material and I ain't talkin fashion
    Believe in what you want cause no one knows to seem what happens
    Ya bastards
    Since I smoked the cohiba, I'm evil
    Zombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your people
    Only illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bind
    I already got your heart, girl I wanna fuck your mind
    But since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hard
    I never drop the acid, bruh I'm trippy as fuck
    Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you up
    So 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 6-4
    Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of gold
    Corny 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 me
    Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly
    Smashing bitches in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with me
    Trippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent cuz
    Having visions of Mason Betha coming back
    Spitting crack, contemplating how we living under Satan
    Discriminating and hating, this ain't rap
    I call it food for the savoring
    What's your craving, Na-not for paparazzi the most
    Incredible dope, feta, cheddar the revenue
    Never seen federal, gotta stay 'head of the revenue
    Love my medical hating niggas disguised as friends
    I see the lies, wannabes, little G's
    Peep A-P-C's, I'm a G-O-D
    Rep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-Y
    It's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Z's, please
    I got the scoop, ain't that about a bitch
    Take a flick with the microphone ripper, grave digger
    Hairy black ball nigga - sicker than your average
    Twisting dank, fucking hoes on the kitchen sank
    What you thank?

    [Hook]

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