222 Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

Smoking good, looking good 

Girlfriend what's the issue, huh? 

Got them hooked, take a look 

Nigga never ever gonna miss you, girl 

Get it understood, you looking good 

Mind and your body gotta equal, girl 

How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes 

And I think it's Louis Vuitton, too 

Reality is wisdom, perspective 

I like Horus, I don't like whores 

Hindsight oh my I adore, for the time being yes I am yours 

Drunk my card it's the ace of spades 

And I hate to go away without getting this money made 

But niggas be telling to believe in the reason to actor 

Nigga lose his job, blame it all on bad luck 

Known to coast and my eyes not open 

The cold comes every season, trick 

In the summer we smoke hunnids, my fall comes often evil shit 

Just spews from my mind, I get confused all the time 

My wall of space is confined, so you better elevate or lose time 

Just lose time 

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Shady, I don't play that 

I be acting as if I'm a better man 

And my mother to my brother from another 

Boy oh yes you can 

From my sisters I keep the shit right 

And my mothers that kiss you good night 

40 slugs in my liquor cup 

Sick of shot and I pick you up 

Bang bang from the same gang 

Kick rocks if you can't hang 

Lil nigga what you saying, mayne? 

Roll up while the blames hang 

Growing up was a plane, mayne 

In the hood it's all good, made our own Hollywood 

Took a picture the system my mental track me like a alien 

I combine thoughts with divine course 

And exhale exhaust from my skeleton 

Tell her I won't appear again 

Fuck that, if I'm going who will even care again? 

Hate to be American, get away from experiments 

Cause the truth in the pyramids 

And we all fucking immigrants 

And you're lying through your filaments 

Lay back if you drink a bit 

And indulge in this nigga shit 

And that real nigga rhetoric 

Dissolve all that simple shit, play a different game 

It's too easy to be ignorant 

Just lay back and think a bit 

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One time 

Fuck all that other shit 

One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo 

Two times, two times for my ladies that are not a ho 

One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo 

Angel but she want me for my peso 

Telling other niggas she ain't never gonna wait 

So by smashing the Range Rove' 

Beat beat then I add her to the payroll 

Smoke another doob with a cousin and a bro 

But I won't say it slow 

Misrepresenting the people who won't grow 

So I carrying through the weapons that beat you through postal 

Where we gon' go? Where we ever gon' go? 

To the highest of the Horace eye 

Fuck thoughts I am going 'til there's no reply 

Flatbush Zombies 

They try tah 

South by southwest, all the way from Brooklyn