Flatbush Zombies - 36 Chamber Flow lyrics

[Verse 1: Juice] 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, n***a 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 Weed stay strapped and I'm packing like Green Bay I'm a giant, André rack alief I'm a monster, no Kanye required [Verse 2: Meech] Ready to die track 17 I'm suicidal Ran out of dutchie so we use the paper out the bible [Repeat] Smoking exotic piff, with an exotic b**h Eyes low, chronic spliff p**y 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 p**y is something I never bought I need a bad b**h, with really good features We too high up, you never ever reach us Nosebleed s**, I f** 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 n***a features Who needs a diamond ring when there's crystals on ya reefer