Bodega BAMZ - Bring Em Out Songtext
von Flatbush ZOMBiES

Tour bus looking like a brothel
Catching more bodies than hostel
Flatbush zombies put money in my pocket
If it′s war against them I'ma pop
Word like a pastor
Kid from the ghetto listenin′ to heavy metal, rock rolled in my sock
Ain't never been afraid renegade got bars like mess halls

Locked three mills in the nigga what?
Pussy at noon got me feeling brand new
When the sun come down I'm leaving
Fuck I look like a fool
Throwing shade like cool bitch don′t wake me up I′m dreaming
Puff puff pass that's old school
I′m getting yesterdays paper that's old you
The way I′m programmed I never hold hands


Straight business, first class, never the coach
I'ma handle the game the way I handle the coat
Hand to hand on instagram, picture the post
Nigga picture me broke, I got a picture of henny
I know my liver be ready for adios
I′m a shore thing I don't coast call
I mean we all kings but there's one God
There′s one Allah, there′s one Jah Bless

Bring em out, bring em out
Pussy ass niggas bring em out, bring em out Bring em out, bring em out
Lyin' ass niggas bring em out, bring em out Now I pose for pictures, Can′t fuck with you be more specific
Toss me light when you beg forgiveness
I didn't like your vibe so I kept my distance
Niggas do it all for the paper
Institution was made then strewn to little girls and boys

But now "the world is yours", my nigga please
I done gross over a hundred G′s
That's a lot of of money still I′m screamin' "Fuck the police"
In my motions I can't pretend that I′m different than you
But nigga listen then pay attention when I make a move

Vision blurred, I don′t see no deterrence
But seeing the same niggas then saying the same words, puffin' the same flavor
My niggas is Tan Boys original delegators
We ripping the floor panel then
With a matter of force we go and handle you boys
We only?


Nobody ever gave a fuck about us, You never believed
Can′t believe they fucking doubted, now they can see
Child of the corn, Darko, freak off the leash, rather unique who art thou Van Gogh, Randy Savage on beats
Pitbull, if you break in my house he bark wild fuck you talkin' bout
Lil nigga I spark proud, pop a band, throw up bread, you should learned it by now, make ′em say, "ugh"
Then?
Then it's get to steppin′, I'm kickin' pamela out (get to stepping)
That tommy hold a lot of slugs might be a hundred rounds
Them flatbush niggas a shmurda ya, rusty tre pounds

Shoot you an throw it in the air, like a cap and gown
I demand the throne and the crown, tell ′em I want it now(Ha)
Hair swinging when i′m shootin' like O-Dog in that movie
Zombie gang fully lucid, bathing ape, fully draped, knuckle it behind bars like a prisoner in cage
Johnny cage, black shades, hit off half yo face
My orange box cutter make the world rotate
My orange box cutter make the world rotate

I need a honor roll for this shit, I need a honor roll for this shit
Thank the lawd it′s lit, thank the lawd it's lit
Flatbush, Tan Boy styling
All my niggas get lit like a chalice, all my niggas get lit like a chalice
Cookies in my blunt, Liquor in my gut, you niggas up

I′m on top of the world like Randy says
So high, so high like East LA
Feelin' unstoppable every bone and my particles?
And they said it′s impossible for a black young man to kill this shit
For a tan young man to kill this shit
So, more or less I do my thing do my thing
No stress, smoke green

Bring em out, bring em out
Pussy ass niggas bring em out, bring em out Bring em out, bring em out
Lyin' ass niggas bring em out, bring em out Bring em out, bring em out
Pussy ass niggas bring em out, bring em out
Bring em out, bring em out
Where the hoes, where the hoes
Bring em out, bring em out