Songtext zu 'YBA' von Flatbush Zombies

Whatever happened to mobbin' instead of fist fighting
Niggas is busy bloggin, this shit is a problem
Flatbush zombie dead walking, caution
Every word I spit, every verb I flip awesome
I raise the margin and pimp c would probably be proud of me
Cuz I been banging dames since wayne was saying "wobbldy wobbldy"
The game is full of squares and I don't fit in I'm isosceles

Tell her take her clothes off, drop her hair and roll that chronic leaf
Ha! If she don't let me poke it baby it's buenas noches
I be leaning in the grave yard smoking something potent
Nigga let's be civil, I give her dick and she shiver
You give her dick and she giggle, my ego getting bigger

If source was around I get 5 mics, sex party hand me 5 dykes
They fuck me though, roll it fast and I puff it slow
Yeah my flow bounce off that bass and percussion though
Bout to roll another o, pass it to my brother though
Ya'll niggas in trouble yo

We the young black and arrogant
Weed we be carryin'
They greet us like kings
Cause we arrive in these chariots
Bitches wanna marry us
Niggas wanna bury us
But when it all falls
Who'll be the one to carry us?
Gettin' closer to the end by each step
They say all the real niggas dead and gone but we left
Dawg, I thought I told you that we go hard
Flatbush zombies mo'fucka ya we go hard

Young black and arrogant
Addicted to the fire shit
Og presidential the sour taste is immaculate
Niggas on that ave., talkin' that, they ain't bout it shit
I be bustin' bars trust me nigga this my heart
We can take it to the park, better spark
Bang bang two shots have a change of heart
I'm aloof with the goof, fuck the boys in blue
Never trust a nigga never trust you too

Rolled about a hundred doobs
catch me smokin' somethin' blue
Blue dream, feed me lsd please
Heard them niggas talkin' down low, word of mouth
I could put you on sonny, the drug game ain't all sunny
The rap game is real funny and I ain't playin' with you monkeys
Now how can I survive got me askin' white Jesus

Will a nigga live or die the lord can't see us
Quit your little job I ain't never fuckin' work
All I know is this trip, pimp a ho on this dough
Ounce of weed, morphine, blue's them oxy's
I'm like hello, we got carmelo
You can't compare ho
Seeing me with my kinfolk
When I rock black hoodies and timbos

You started with zero, look at that man in the mirror
My vanity is insanity ragin' bull like deniro
Ridin' with that becky, open that third eye if you'll let me
Open your legs up like a nestle
Crunch and munch, what's for lunch?
Hold this blunt for the one's that I run from
Got a lot of niggas runnin' from the gun gun
But I won't say names
Got a lot of fame to attain right before I'm done done

Cups full of rose mo'
Won't sip slow, low-key flow
Codeine 'do architect from the tech of the green flesh
Better bring decks if you smoke smoke somethin' so
Tell me when to go, gotta move now
Think so high, gotta cool down
Doin' big things kinda rude now
If you talk with the chest gotta put the food down

Bitch you know, ain't got a lot of change but the wrist will glow
Don't say her name but I hit the ho
Listen bro, never heard a nigga like this before
Never heard a nigga like this before
Smoke another doob then I hit the road
Oe drank and that shit is cold
So I'm '88 in my '64