Flatbush Zombies - Club Soda lyrics

rate me

The high exalted professional like DJ Clue

I might get lost like, every night

Hold my life like a vivid picture, a porno movie

Smoking Buddha with shooters, maneuvering the steez

Sharp like a Ginsu I bleed for your sins

I'm G, double OD

Believe what I feel, feel what I see

Do what I want, why you trying to do what I do?

Stay in your lane, young man

I do my thing, young man

Although I never made a reason to lie, I kiss the sky

Her imagination bleed into mine, we intertwine

Divine to a T, cop you want from me

The cops cop from the bums, the bums cop from me

True say, young virgin eyes are from demise

Where the pun is bite the curb and die, I improvise

Not to televise reality, your dreams are falsified

Now you pivot on your wish to be wise as third eye

Long shot, one try, let fly

Body like a Michelle Tucker

Fuck her like I love her

It's simple as we break it down on instrumentals

Straight killer ninja, bounty on your head

Wrap you in your sheets, defecate, suffocate and bleed

As you plead, give me all the ganja, the money

Being broke, ain't a damn thing funny

No taxes, dirty money circle like the axis

Wax this dap shit

Young high and black, bitch

Whoever said ‘tricks are for kids’ don't know this bitch

Real nigga, vintage apparel and fake friends

Real niggas make it apparent and make ends

So I architect the future, embarrass the fake brands

Say word man them niggas they nervous, too

We on the cusp or something, 38 is starting to brew

Making these movements, plus you do the interlude

But I won't produce unless you nude, miss

Otherwise you useless, yes you useless

So light a loose lit

Pop up at your funeral shirtless and spit on your hearse, bitch

The worst is nigga you worthless

Better off dead, so you laying in dirt deeds

I'm better off dead ‘cause zombies emerging

Soon the ideology will be full surface

And I won't have to go back to snatching purses and yapping Urkels

Semi-automatic, leave the funeral service

Mother with running mascara clutching the hearses

Dark nigga but I never bothered to circuit

What is your purpose?

Hopefully on the crossroads you learn it

That's if you earn it, that's for certain

Money on my mind, marijuana my taste buds

Young black and deprived so the world I shake up

Who's your maker, look me in my eyes, nigga

Meet your maker, meet your maker

It's me

From the top floor view I can see it all

From this top floor view I can see it all

Dog, my bitch look like Nia Long

Dog, my bitch look like Nia Long

They say it's lonely where I'm at

But shit, I'm quite cozy in the Jag

They say it's lonely where I'm at

Shit, quite cozy

I'm sitting at the outdoor desk with my pants off

Face timing my little mama back in France

Speaking broken English, my golden features is the reason

Why they stroke my penis when I sing songs, it's like a stroke of genius

I'm Eric Clapton in a black Benz, stack ends

You can tell my eyes are blue through the mac lens

Lord cleanse me, for dead soldiers pour Henny

Pour it

The peppered steak was salty but I ate it ‘cause I love her

She put sugar in her vegetables, she grew up in the gutter

Tator Tots with every meal, her body like a goddess

Fingers, toes are polished, Super Sport Impalas

Red flowers, that's to signify a new start

‘Cause without you, I've been living with a blue heart

Mixed emotions from the purple got me cloudy

Got me wiling, got me speeding in the Audi

In Maui

Queens shit

Peace to my motherfucking brothers

Flatbush, yeah, no, we too high to die