Flatbush Zombies - Mini Van Dan (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews] Still ridin' with them Damus, it's known to let them hammers pop Hoes with the powder tops, imported straight from Camalai Hannah Montana got grams in the sock, Brick Flair when I pack in the block The hood know me as Mac Eleven, I pray to god, but I clap ya reverend Known to gangs, til my noose hang low, two twins, two to tango Y'all n***as know who to aim for, y'all ain't moving, y'all ain't shooting Huhh, choppin' Os, its brickonomics, set it takes to pick ya pockets Give & goes to get the profit Uh, got the Lohan, for the low end And I overstand that whole xan, out the closed stand This a choke slam, but to Roseanne, with no hands Masked up like Mick Foley Seen a ho, give em clips, left that b**h holey RL and the sale(??) all I got in this world, is my word and my balls Grinder and a scale, b**hes that twerk for the sales Burn that work, and work to the edge (??) Stoop kid's afraid to leave the stoop Or you could bet I serve that work in the mail, get murked for the pale Know some hard-hitters if you sniff coke Vitaly Klitschko, ya nose get a fist full Brick Flair, semi auti schizo, Live city clip show Plankin in ya b**h throat...PUSSS [Hook: A$ton Matthews] Buy and selling b**hes on Ebay All my bodies underneath the 91 freeway Catch me in the overpa**, mankind mask, title belt in the brief case [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Smokin' on some sh** that got a n***a brain hula hoopin, super troopin' Parachuting pills in your b**h duke chute and Roof Roof, and doggy stylin hoes, got her “OOO-OOO”-ing And whatchu doin'? Not getting money dog you poo-pooing Gang bang train on them HOS n***a CHOO CHOO-ing And she choosin nuru, crazy psycho coo coo And who doin' lines same size as Whitney Huston You losin, f**in with them loosies, you not movin' .22 bullets with arteries(??) if your movin' Slide on astro bane, choppers shootin' Cops recruiting n***as snitchin, ..?? Doin' molly in the hood, smoking cookies until I'm loopy stupid Bruising movement, show you students how to do it I was on the block, with more rocks then archeologists Colorado, f**in' with models(??) crushing up 8balls Hate y'all, got some bullets to eat your face off No TRADE-OFF, TAKE YO sh*t Your b**h said she want the dick, told her wait ya bish, nah All I really know is that ya n***as better duck, scram When I'm in the van I go BUCK BUCK, BUCK [Hook] [Verse 3: A$AP Nast] Yao Uh, this a cold flow, I'm a cold soul Rhyming has been official now, still Im cold bro (x2) I bought some raff yesterday, with these hoes doe Picked me up from Barney's after that, In a 4 door Ran into some fans, they was tryna get a photo Took a couple pictures, they say Nast be f**ing witcha You the coldest out, ain't nobody f**ing witcha Rest in peace them other rappers, dawg your flow is off the richter And if lords don't ever worry, you the one that paint the picture So ignore these f*ggot actors with the nerve to try and diss you We was on the net, seen them take them shots and watch them miss you Cold pictures painted, son the young Pica**o watch me get it, uhh I'm from a cold place, where when its roughened up, we bundle up Sport the finest 40 below (??) like it's the 90s huh Grimney, whatchu know about shootin' dice up in them alleys huh Yach the 40, fly as a kite, nobodies high as us/Ha**an [Hook] [Verse 4: Juice of Flatbush Zombies] Hardy hardy I'm Mick Jagger with a 40 40 And pour this, two 40 OZs and a Raw, b**h Im off the rocka, four tabs and some henny vodka Trippy sh**, roll fats like Missy Momma stop 'em, they know Im coming with full remorse Higher fists, woke up hugged with an iron grip I'm rich, I still hustle, Iron sh**, I admit I'm Trap Jesus, ever since a fetus I've been the meanest Feedin' the feinds and f**ing the meanest (??????) probably ahead of our time, a prophecy My n***as will die for me, record and (??) On the corner like, f** it, smoking that loud Whatchu gonna do when a ho come through with her crew, like (gunshot) A dusty shovel, machete covered in blood of rebels From ghetto to ghetto the metal rettles and settles vendettas You tattle tettles get smothered in shots No matter the weather, in front of the block [Verse 5: Meech of Flatbush Zombies] If life was a game of dice, I'm rolling yahtzee style Throw ya lovin' up, you could come nazi style Cannons flash in ya face, paparazzi style BLOCKA BLOCKA BO BLOCKA BLOCKA BO BLOCKA BLOCKA Fast b**h, call her busy (Bizzy) because she only bone thugs 44 magnum, stay equipped with chrome cuhz Headshot, splatter em, leave his thoughts on the rug Feds got the phone tapped, got us (??) Pump shotty, twist a n***a body oragami My 9 speak, wet your whole sh** like bukkaki Im kinda edgy, so don't f**ing tempt me You know a Jamaican n***a love to use the machete(Bloodclot Boi) I gave my b**h some acid, now her mind doing backflips Head right, p**y tight like Ultimate Warrior ta**els Trigger finger delete you, you are not equal Sayonara, bon voyage, hasta lavista VAMINOS...b*tch