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letra de stainz - emceezinc

[intro]
intro.. ducing.. zia.. drugs.. drugs.. zia

oh hi!

[verse 1]

not a lot of dokha left, sh-t!
quarter a bottle
searching, currently got four dirhams
eh.. more than dollar, right?
f-ck!.. park getting hotter
sharjah.. are you r-t-rded?!
walking farther, bought lots of tobacco, f-ck bottled water!
ye that russian rapping heard, worn out 3 quarter camo’ shorts
grey jack n’ johns jacket, headphones & packs of tobacco rolls
questions? ye ask ’em all, z at the basket ball court
nah not gonn’ p-ss the ball but be back to pack a bowl as a whole c-sserole pot
that masafi torched, cupped, melting acetone drops, smoke gravity bongs up
not natural ganja, so we ain’t really blitz
i’m a do5a k!lla’ pr-ck, h-ll’a tricks
ring door bells with smell of vics
eat a d-ck! never there at school trips
im where the mountain dews at
can’t bare uh i’m a glue sniffer
i hear a lot of music
my peers and i are stupid
man, we’re r-t-rded cool kids
find burps & farts amusing
yep it’s a f-cking virtue
nah i quit sniffing
but dawg, f-ck a curfew
& a strict living
ye, spit rhythm, i want a spot in hall of fame
gotta’ gain a lot of game
trousers got tobacco stains
ought ‘a smoke a lot of jane
papa got me ball & chain
dawg, he thought he brought a change
nah, my thoughts are all the same
oh my god, what a shame
zia, what a mockery, walking like shot or socked on knees
k swisses drawed & hauled on feet!

[hook x2]

i’ll sit and smoke, right away
i’ll lit a bowl, night or day
a kid who smokes till he’s broke
daddy’s joke, im a stain

he’ll hit his dope, minor late
he isn’t home, i don’t care
i’m sorry, mom for i’m a stain of the family name

[verse 2]

finally home time
running like home run
but first we hit the toilet
shhh homie tell no one
nah none of us h0m-s’
here to fill bowls, son
well if you got b-lls then
be look out, and don’t run!
poured dokha in bowl, packed it
who’s knocking the door, patrick
f-ck rushing, this russian’s smoking, reloading my bowl’s tactics
patrick then goes, p-ss’n’ it
to that kid, im all distracted
lets go!, but pj asks me
who’s gonna look out for ahmed
f-ck that sh-t! cuz z busy buzzed
no friend in me, just these drugs
my enemies or friends becomes
my enemies or friends because
sobriety sucks, anti anxiety drugs
all we got is otha’s lost cuz society costs
suicide sprees caused ( bang! )
so u know zinc, mr overdosing, mr home composing
yep always on the court but smoking dokha on bench..
mama saw an angel but papa knows the omen
disappointment and im sorry
many want him to maturely
grow up, f-ck no!
og joint tomorrow surely
ye my ego finds an excuse
i felt evil, tried to abuse
and use people while i’d remove
my true peace of mind
& happiness, cuz air dubai said rapping is
b-tches, blunts, rich and drunk, still a young antagonist
get girls for once, spit dirty punch lines, beat on playback
hate who said that verse on 3rd floor wasn’t really g-yzaz! ahh

[hook x2]

i’ll sit and smoke, right away
i’ll lit a bowl, night or day
a kid who smokes till he’s broke
daddies joke, im a stain

he’ll hit his dope, minor late
he isn’t home, i don’t care
i’m sorry, mom for i’m a stain of the family name

[outro]

yo uhh’ mokha

1 ras man, c’mon, c’mon man

c’mon

what the f-ck?!

mokha, what? 1 dirham?

f-ck

- emceezinc

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