Gee Watts - Zombie Juice (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

She just want it real, aha

Banged up, I'm knowin' that you feel one

Come on, girl, lets build some'

You now rockin' with the real one

I sold fool for thot, got rushed by pops

Always been in the block buildin' the block

I'm all they got

Absorb shots, I'm the lido with the dope set

Needle with that cold pack, no luck, just sold reps

Droppin' game on a Jessy mission, jump to permission

Anything prez run up to engagement

That's hip-hop, kids look cause they momma love it

Behold, but I'm sober minded, so I'm not a druggy

Our scue boys give 'em souls then they move abstract song

I do what the top dawgs do, that can't dodge yo type,

I'm bout to save in, that nigga save yo momma cop

Yack yack, wash-up, nigga, control versus them pulling their curses

Love like candy wrap, emotion on purpose

These niggas out here like to air like a minute flee

And they phoney from what's in yo chest to the Mardy Grip

I read the script so I pull a spank on

Call it how I see it, cause fakin' ain't neva take you far, eh

This 1-2, nice, no luck when I touch mikes

You fucked if I choose to write, you stuck, homie, aight?

Outta sight, outta mind, outta body, outta prime

Level that I'm on bring sight to the blind

Level that I'm on raise the dead when I rhyme

I wrote this years ago, see, a timer's in my mind

(Verse)

I don't like stuntin', but fuck it, cause women love it

Pool up in a bucket that making them sick to they stomach

And befo' I run it, Chris Brown nice shit

Crazy normal it, dump it, courtesy of yo right wrist

You tight bitch, my energy just like my sixth friend

Insist, stick around and pro'ly push yo shit in

A whole brick when you shoot yo shot,

My shit wet like a zombie shot, straight dope, nigga

(Hook x2)

She just want it real, aha

Banged up, I'm knowin' that you feel one

Come on, girl, lets build some'

You now rockin' with the real one

(Verse)

All these twenty thugs in the mix of autobox

But I'm fightin' cases, stick and outer bodies

Yo girl grillin', I'll go steal it from yo outta box

Get these niggas swear me fo' it, bet I'll put you in a box

Send the block boars live from the beast belly

The streets sang this sad song, murder be the medley

I'm boning papers, so I stay puffin' these black sif

Stress and paranoia, combination, hella death

Remember beggin' on the work on some temp service

This ten purchase had a back on this ten verges

She say she love the way I walk and the way I talk

Move with intelligent hearts, be just how the wolves talk

We can all Fallout, boy, I'll rock you and yo family

Told you befo, 9 outta 10 niggas Ghandi

Holy gobble like a guitar, lost my keneth drum

Roll on yo line, just like the drumline

These suckas roll on twelve basis, it's where they roll the trip