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lirik lagu flatbush zombies - redeye to paris

[intro: sample]
“’cause y’all grew up watchin’ rambo and commando and cobra and schwarzenegger, coincidently is now the governor of a state in america. so where does the social responsibility fall for hollywood? na’mean, that’s why, me, i try tell us that art is a reflection of life. i wants the youth not to shoot and leave a song about it.”

[verse 1: erick arc elliott]
how can i only handle my business from this 9-5
i smoke that dope, i call that potent, smokin’ till i’m paralyzed
high as h-ll i’m blinded, zombies been auto pilot
this year my bro told me get mine
oui oui, we in paris
skepta mc, architecture the textures of beats
my complexion obsessive to infections when i call to freaks
while this mind is matured i got my green from my fans
so if you smokin’ on reggie, i smack that green from your hands
my revival, ye nah take me t-tle cause me nah stifle
no man, no war, no rifle
me day are in the ghetto, sense it pon’ me head stone
if i was a star, word to god i’d be fredro
it’s all fashion, i smokes good i talks lavish
led to fame, a french name, expensive habits
tappin’ out to chicken wings from bob backlund
whole foods, i eats good, it’s organic

[verse 2: zombie juice]
in paris, got hotties, no molly—just ganji
stone like a brick, meet you in the lobby
gettin’ dome off the rip, gold colored tints
whip like i whip, lay my sh-t down ya shrimp
technical message spray and beheaded
get used to slayin’
they useful, they used to slaves
zulu man use their great
the gruesomest truths
hidden in america’s roots
livin’? i’m barely, just shoot
to the stars and cave in the roof
big timer for the majors it’s proof
skepta with the ganja, salute
represent for my mama, stay true
gotta get it for low and the flip too
flatbush in the news, cops k!lled who?
victims of the blue gotta trust who
money on my mind, what i’ve been through
all alone in this world with a issue
sticking to the grime like a tissue
sacrifice for the world, gonna miss you
one wish, few blunts and a pistol
frank white in a drop top we miss you
tip top, hip-hop rap’s official
not hot, been told not official
big shot, big plot my [?]
zombies worldwide, continental

[hook: erick arc elliott]
yo shawty on my wood wood
ay it ain’t no problem cause we smokin’ on that good good
light one for my n-ggas who represent the hood hood
you know we smokin’ that fire, she light the wood
dawg i just f-ck her good
yo shawty on my wood wood
ay it ain’t no problem cause we smokin’ on that good good
light one for my n-ggas who represent the hood hood
you know we smokin’ that fire, she light the wood
dawg i just f-ck her good

[verse 3: meechy darko]
won’t be known until i’m on and n-ggas hand me the throne
physically been many places but i’m brooklyn’s own
if a n-gga nice as me then he must be a clone
yo b-tch is foamin at the mouth, i had to give her a bone
n-ggas should be embarr-ssed i caught a redeye to paris
eyes red from smokin’ the hash
ashy to cl-ssy, i’m nasty p-ss me it
b-tch and i smash it, p-ss me a tab of some acid
p-ss me the globe and i trot that b-tch
like you know what the best is
you hardly bent, i’m harvey dent
put my faith in the flip, you ain’t a pimp
your reign ain’t sh-t, you put your faith in the b-tch
saint laurent crash denims, my sh-t came with the rips
my flow is sick, i spit more than a r-t-rd’s kiss
i’m in your b-tch, gyrating my hips like i’m ravishing rick
i’m rather sick, aha feel my vibe, catchin’ my drift
i wore a rubber that night, so that cannot be my kid
do as i say and get out, follow my actions and live

[verse 4: skepta]
i get love from the north and the west
love from the south and the east
it’s a zombie attack you b-tches
we don’t care about the police
i know you heard about the single
and you know about the album that i’m about to release
that’s why i’m in paris
taking pics with the girls outside on the streets
there will never be another like me, rep my gang ’til i d.i.e
and i don’t wanna get buried in a grave
burn me and throw my ashes in the sea (amen)
hennessey and c0ke in the cup
and pierre got me the weed and the rizlas
i’m gonna smoke my spliff ’til it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
watch the rude boy spit now
musical chairs make a man sit down
any size, little rave or a big crowd
somebody’s gonna die here like chris brown
picture me broke in the hood
on the run from the police, up to no good
driving with no license, two packs in the p-ssenger seat, looking like suge
f-ck that, i’ve gotta get paid i swear
i’m tryn’a be the hustler of the year
i’ve been k!lling it for lots of years
put money on my head, that’s stocks and shares
i put the work in, i go too hard
business man with no business card
take a good look right now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars

[hook: erick arc elliot]
yo shawty on my wood wood
ay it ain’t no problem cause we smokin’ on that good good
light one for my n-ggas who represent the hood hood
you know we smokin’ that fire, she light the wood
dawg i just f-ck her good
yo shawty on my wood wood
ay it ain’t no problem cause we smokin’ on that good good
light one for my n-ggas who represent the hood hood
you know we smokin’ that fire, she light the wood
dawg i just f-ck her good

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