Flatbush Zombies - Laker Paper lyrics
rate me[Verse 1: Juice]
Good morning, wake and bake
Dank weed, them bitches know I stank
Meechy, light up the weed dawg (Where's my lighter?)
White girl, call her Kate Moss
They say I'm borderline schizo dysfunctional
Insane in the brain, smoke a lot just to maintain
Them niggas feel my pain, them bitches know it too
Poverty striking, what''s a nigga s'posed to do?
What? Hustler on a mission, juicy to these hoes
Also known as trap Hov, trap Jesus please believe us
Smack the see this pussy leave it
Leave it smoking like my Nina, boss life nigga (Not that Ross life nigga)
Pay the cost to be the boss, hate the cost you getting tossed
Like that blunt I'm getting off, with 'em titties in my mouth.
A cups, B's or C's, I don't fucking please, please proceed to please
Chorus:
Purple in the blunt, swishers be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt, swishers be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt, swishers be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt, swishers be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
[Verse 2: Meech]
OK, you young full of cum, let me see ID
See we smoke till we brain dead, need three IV's
But fuck a pulse, just my soul and this weed I need
Some green hashish, I'm smoking till my three eyes bleed
O, after o, zombie shit, smoke till we comatose
Bong rips to my soul, lift and catch the Holly Ghost
Elevated nigga, higher living is my life der
Gold fangs I'm floating, I'm like Dracula in night gear
Wiping that sour deez resin off my denim, I'm mentally ahead of thee, got remedies for the venom
Let's live in lust not love's what I tell them
This slick talk and weed smoke fuck up their cerebellum
Cause I'm a pimp when I drink,
So I limp when I walk, I drag my feet
But when I smoke I just soar, defy the laws of gravity
Always light two at a time, stoners with a strategy
Always light two at a time, stoners with a strategy
Chorus:
Purple in the blunt, swishers be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt, swishers be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt, swishers be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt, swishers be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
I pass, you see a pound, yeah he weigh it like a libra
Sky high, we up, that's why you can't see us
Smoke until I zombie, my eyes slant I'm Gandhi
Half a p of blow, little nigga ain't it mileyy
Smokin' all day, feet up counting money
Smokin' all day, feet up counting money
With so much in this world to learn
There's so much money to be earned
I know you heard the world is mine
Well motherfucker wait your turn
Chorus
Thanks to Justin Ortiz for correcting these lyrics
