Tag: Magic Johnson


Hodgy Beats – I’ll Be Good




[Intro Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 1]
I could’ve went about a lot of things in different fucking ways
I should’ve but I didn’t
It’s crippling nigga, losing weight
I’m moving at an abusive pace
I’m due to race
When you pit-stopping the ones who help you, you screwed your face
You think I’m wanting to apologize well I’m not like shoes to lace
And what I do tomorrow depends on what’s due today
I’m fueling the wrong energy
Misusing hate and love
And I’m moving out on the move in date
Bruising emotions brutally
Cruising and coasting crucially
Boojie boasting, doobie smoking
Cloud from fumes and rooms of haze
Coochie open, I’ma stroke it then I’ma dip out to LA
Sipping lean and counting green
And recording until the room is vacant
When you’re [?] are never mistaken
Give somebody what they want and it’s never mistaken
I just pray my health is well like cartons when you shake it
And once the carton to my mind opens up, you’ll have to refrigerate it

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 2]
No more bad trips, no more episodes
Drugs turn your mind into a vegetables
No more internet thuggish, bugging out in public
Man no more [?] songs
No more random pussy for me
I kicked the pedestal
And chilling with premature bitches I know that’ll never grow
X marks the spot to the treasure box in which the treasure holds
From anonymous to Allen I
From the Golf Wang store to Babylon
I got friends in comas from overdosing
I know homeless people with more hope then
Niggas that get punched in the chest
Welcoming them demons with their arms wide open, bogus
They disappear in the gallows of shadows where the ghost is
The plagues dying from AIDS
Magic Johnson hocus pocus
Bought a new wanda for my camera
Take a shot after I focus, them double exposures
I live in a house in the woods
I’m all alone, I’m an ogre
Hiking the marrow mountains, avalanche stumbling over

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process




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


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