Bodega Bamz – Bring Em Out Lyrics (feat. Flatbush Zombies)

[Spoken Intro]

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
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 it
Word like apostles
Kid from the ghetto listening to heavy metal, rock rolled in my sock
I ain't never been afraid, renegade got bars like mess halls
Locked three meals in the cot, nigga, what?
p*ssy at noon got me feeling brand new
When the sun come down, I'm leavin'
f*ck I look like? A fool?
Throwing shade like cool, bitch don't wake me up, I'm dreamin'
Puff, puff, pass, that's old school
I'm getting yesterday's paper, that's old news
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 coke
Hand to hand on Instagram, picture the post
Nigga, picture me broke, I got a pitcher of Henny
I know my liver be ready for adios, but I'm stuck like
I'm a sure thing, I don't close call
I mean we all kings, but there's one god
There's one Allah, there's one Jah, bless
[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
Now I pose for pictures, can't f*ck with you, be more specific
Cross me like 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 screaming, "f*ck the police!"
In my motions I can't pretend that I'm different than you
But nigga listen and 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
Cycling that nature, puffing the same flavor
My niggas is Tanboys, original delegators
We ripping the floor panel and all
With a matter of force we go and handle you boys
We only family of course
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Nobody ever gave a f*ck about us, you never believed
Can't believe they f*cking 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, I bark proud, pitbull
If you break in my house he bark wild, f*ck you talking 'bout?!
Lil nigga I spark proud, pop a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh," then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping, I'm kicking 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 and 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 shooting like O-Dog in that movie
Zombie gang fully lucid, Bathing Ape, fully draped
GG Allin lucky I ain't get to shit on his grave
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
On its axis, acid, sheets that ain't for the mattress, bastard

[Verse 4: Zombie Juice]
I need a honor roll for this shit, I need a honor roll for this shit
Thank the Lord it's lit, thank the Lord it's lit
Hopping out a bodega, need a pack, never later, later
Flatbush, Tanboy stylin' (WHOO!)
All my niggas get lit like a chalice, all my niggas get lit like a chalice
Cookies in my blunt, liquor in my gut, most you niggas suck
I'm on top of the world like Brandy said
So high, so high like Michel'le
Feeling unstoppable every bone and my particles
In the cut blowing tropicals
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
No stress, no crane, progression, mane
More or less we do our thing
No stress, no crane, progression, mane
[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy 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

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Flatbush Zombies – Still Palm Trees (feat. Snoop Dogg) (G-Mix)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
This is the G-Mix
Flatbush Zombies, Big Snoop Dogg
Palm Trees

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Yeah still I palm trees in the calm breeze
Pardon me, Dogg, Meech
Only get my D if she sing R&B
My lyrics send shivers, no way you can feel this
Got quadriplegics tappin’ they feet, snappin’ they fingers
My team gets higher than the voice of Weeknd
My chronic louder than what preachers and deacons be speaking (hallelujah)
Infinity stoned
My neck and teeth lit, glow like a beacon
I’m rollin’ reefer
She frontally thick, you know I’m chiefin’
Picture Meech not rollin’ up
That’s like Magic Johnson donatin’ blood
Picture Meech not rollin’ up
That’s like Magic Johnson donatin’ blood
She loves them rappers but only niggas like me
I love them bitches
I only eat that pussy if she’s spiritual (yum yum)
Something in your blouse got me feelin’ so aroused
Hittin’ blunts til I’m knocking out
Wet Meowth for that cotton mouth

[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
But still palm trees
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
It be Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Every day, me and Mary Jane
If you ain’t talking terps well homie what you say
I be swimmin’ in the clouds, so high I can’t come down
With D-O-double G, A-R-C, and Meechie
Yeah so much grams, vacuum sealer in the hotel
So much ass I had to hit it in the hotel
Till 6 in the morning like that R. Kelly song
Probably fucked your baby momma green with my ice on
See I’m on some new shit
They stole my swag, they can have it
But I’m on some magic shit
Jordan at the garden lit
Brooklyn made me this, Bronx Tale, I’m on some sunny shit
Flatbush screaming till I die, still they hate on the messiah
Medicate I’m on some other shit, my weed is just too fire
Flossin’ just because I wanna, I can see that you despise
So I’m grindin’ everyday tryna be the top five
And it’s still palm trees everybody, let’s get high

[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
But still palm trees
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
It means Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
They still hating the genius
Zombies been taking over
This time we recruit the g-est
I’m known to smoke one up until we approach the zenith
If it’s OG I steam it
Only promote the cleanest and the passenger too
Then I pass it to Snoop
Wrap away is too is to match it and
If you master this rule, lighters next time we in the cypher
I’ll pass it to you
Passions for that in school
Smoking good like 222
Don’t we say they shoot at you
Shout at my niggas, who [?] in the view
I’m certified with the smoke, inhaling the dope fumes
Smellin’ pack
Got offended like a groupie though
Listen to me, this that killer that’ll make you lose it though
[?]
Baby baby don’t cry
Ain’t no place we can’t smoke [?]
This is the G-Mix baby
Cali NY
Baby baby don’t cry
Ain’t no place we can’t smoke it, right Snoop
Worldwide

[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
But still palm trees
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
It be Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Recognize game when it’s in your face
One thing about me and these trees
We have an unbreakable bond
We’re connected from the roots to the seeds, to the leaves, to the trees
Feel me, please
We plan to disperse to the earth
What is it worth
Whether you’re last, whether you’re first
From the date of your birth
We smoke trees cause trees was delivered from the earth
Dig that
See a lot of y’all don’t know
So said Snoop Dogg
Flatbush Zombies
Blaze one for the nation