Flatbush Zombies - L'amour East Redux (ft. Flatbush Zombies) lyrics

[Sample] I'm not worried about it my self, you know, cause if the come to me, talking, I think Ima talk back, you know, I'm not gonna shut up for nobody, you know, nobody [verse 1: Meechy Darko] I'm addicted to love, lust, knowledge and euphoria Drugs, C and D cups, ganja and the gorier Blood, guts, and deep cuts, Everlands and black Timbs Gold mouth, leopard flag, click clack, we strapped in I roll up, talk sh**, n***as know I'm really real, big blunt of that sour Smoke it till I catch a chill, n***as get slain over basketball game, man, the hood may never change, all these n***as do is bang Cops want us all in chains, chase us down the one way I'm to, smooth in my ways, threw the stash in the drain This twelve gauge, split a n***a, tsunami waves b**h I beat you a** for some shades and some johnny cake sh**(coo-coo) Rip your face off your scalp, now you got a face lift Beef, whats beef, that's a great dick sh**, Feet? that's a great ditch Zombie Gang, NYC, we amazing, f** NYPD, man I hate them I, I, I, I, I, I met the reaper once, he told me that I should keep it up And if ever my gun I clutch, then he would help me sweep it up I got Jesus on the pay roll, and if he move left, then perfect I'm smashing and f**ing, high low, that's the truth, non fiction 150 proof my liquor, Zombie Gang, Ill Bill, my n***a [hook] Latin quarter to L'amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens, we all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we, we all creeps CBGB to L'amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef [2x] (look at me motherf**er when I'm talking) [verse 2: Zombie Juice] Flatbush Sweater, queens get the money, sticking to the strip, ain't a damn thing funny, hoe Stick to the strip, if you ain't getting money, from the, land of the hoe, baking sodas and the honey Stick up kids, sparing nothing but the ribs Hop in the bang, bang, bang, bang bang bang Peel off quick, bumping track number 6, ready to die, I'm that Big Can't teach a old dog new tricks, my old dog got the four fifth And his fingers, they itch, finna smack a b**h, were's my lighter Roll the weed, that might your [?], many individuals try to play the game, head first off your frame Flawless victory, decapitate, and Micheal Jordan, he from Brooklyn too Where n***as get k**ed for they Air Jordan shoes, I don't really ball, but I'm higher then you Smoking fire with some dreads, calculating ways to clean the spread Cop a paddy, then I head to the liquor store Bomb, where's the hoes that be watching all my videos, we gone need a few of those Zombie maneuver those, when I was young I used to bump that mace sh** [?] too, brown timbs and a razor, now I'm fiction, beat a n***a pulp, no kidding [hook] Latin quarter to L'amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens, we all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we, we all creeps [?] to L'amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef [2x] (look at me motherf**er when I'm talking) [verse 3: Ill Bill] Double L train Canarsie, fit tags, drippy markers Albee Square, colloseum, 50 deep in king's plaza Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers, rap singers Blasted Desert Eagles, turning tracks forever ether While the war planes scatter nukes [?] splatter goons Sauteed magic shrooms, more strange antics soon Blasting Paid in full, Dog Day Afternoon Had to pay my dues, fought James after school I snuffed John Hayes in front of Captain Video Next to the Arch Diner, Joey Haskall was with me too That was before the gunplay and dapper dan jackets Bootleg Timbaland leathers and automatic ratchets Before Artie Audelino blew his face off Playin Russian roulette after he vacuumed up a 8-ball From childhood to manhood in King's County From my hood to yours we represent it proudly Represent New York, represent Rowdy Represent my whole crew, represent Howie