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flatbush zombies – s.c.o.s.a. lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah
zombie, zombie
yeah, yeah
zombie, zombie
yeah, yeah
zombie, zombie

[hook]
n-ggas know the timing
nig-nig-n-ggas know the timing
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
n-ggas know the timing
nig-nig-n-ggas know the timing
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums

[verse 1: meechy darko]
hip-hop dead, that’s cause we here
blood hound, i don’t see fear
cause i smell it, name a n-gga better
and his head gets severed
inhale pain, exhale vendetta
smoke like i got three lungs or better
i’m in navajo print and my b-tch in leopard
she ain’t really my b-tch but, shhh, don’t tell her
sh-t get hectic
i want brain, give me brain
wash down pain with champagne
sour diesel, hydroplane
walking dead, zombie gang
how you gon’ k!ll meech, he already dead
oh, yeah, that’s a tip, b-tch, aim for the head
only child syndrome, lone wolf warrior
psychedelic renegade
n-gga, we the glorious

[hook]
n-ggas know the timing
nig-nig-n-ggas know the timing
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
n-ggas know the timing
nig-nig-n-ggas know the timing
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums
flow is like drugs and you rub it in your gums

[verse 2: zombie juice]
hey, it’s juice, mane, riding through the hood
swagger on deck, ha, remind me why i should
respect these rap n-ggas, most of them are liars
they just fans, man, they ain’t ’bout that life
’bout it, ’bout it, ’bout it
rowdy piper, d.c. sniper
we ain’t like ya, zombie brain
i need brain, i’m insane from the crane
sip a drank, zip ah dank, six pack of the coor
jigga never lied, numbers over all
a few grams of c0ke, now that b-tch off the wall
b-tch, i’m high, f-ck you all

[outro]
n-ggas know the timing
nig-nig-n-ggas know the timing



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