Stay Off The F*%$#n’ Flowers
Blakroc Lyrics


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Up in the bleachers in the penthouse, fronting
Stove burning a half a bird, you laker out, the legs is burning
We eating escovich, green pea soup, Korean coupe in the front
With twelve rich whores, ready to stunt
Roll the blunts, lady, you straighten the pussy, ran Glenny my man
Honest seven hundred gram, be easy
Then the phone rang, BLING BLING BLING, aiyo, King, two more ice packs
Coming, forty bundles of onion
Roll the reefer to the maximum, sax playing, lay on the drum
The Jeffersons on, I'm ready to cum
She looking at me with a relevant stare, know my pockets the only here
Could come up out the hood, stay here
Pissing Merlot out, twirl my little thing downstairs
Cuz anything other than that, we all Williamaires
Can't forget that, the ziplocks is gift bagged
None of that over night shit, we selling seconds, pa, hit back
Sean, aiyo, it's stupid hot, take a shotty with you
You and Barkim, make it pop
Them niggas is from the golden era, lemonade leathers
Who don't give a fuck, if they die, they more high
They soldiers in the streets, they rebels
Bubble for muthafucking money, with bitches rocking stilettos
So when the drought hit, they on they shit
The sheeps come out, loving the C Cypher Powers, they cowards
Stay off the fucking flowers... yup
Rocking a skull full of waves, four frames on his chains
Jamaican accent, fresh out Toronto, we black skinned
Young Black Panther M.O., love wheeling rentals
He on the crack spot, we know it as the trap shop
Adidas down, sterling brown, uncles is traffickers
Lifestyle throwing, spectacular
Green grass smokers with green hash, them niggas don't need cash
They only play fresher by the mean glass
A dream stash only when the good boy last
These is all roofless niggas, we don't feel glad
Left the Aspen, the back of the gas station
Remember no shorties in it, it's only Glocks with mags
Here the feds come, niggas is bad, no, give him his bag
These is ninjas in rags, rock the flags

Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Word, for real, what the fuck, damn




It's that fly shit, it's that muthafucking fly shit
Word up, we going nigga, one

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Blakroc's song Stay Off The F*%$#n' Flowers paint a picture of a lavish and indulgent lifestyle of drug dealers, gangsters, and wealthy men. The opening lines talk about being up in the bleachers in a penthouse, with a stove burning a half a bird (which is a reference to cooking crack cocaine) and eating escovich and green pea soup. The scene is set with a Korean coupe in the front and twelve rich whores ready to stunt. The chorus "Stay off the fucking flowers" warns caution to those who are eager to live the gangster lifestyle as those who do not take heed will end up dead.


The lyrics describe the illegal activities of drug dealers and the risks they face, such as a high demand for ice packs to cool down during drug deals and the need to carry a shotty (a short shotgun) for protection. The song also highlights the sense of rebellion and disregard for authority. The lyrics refer to black panthers, representatives of the anti-government movement in the 1960s and 70s. The song talks about trafficking uncles and a lifestyle of throwing spectacular events. The lyrics send a clear message that the gangster lifestyle is not to be taken lightly, as they are the only ones who can come out of the hood.


Line by Line Meaning

Up in the bleachers in the penthouse, fronting
I am in the top seat of the stadium and boasting about it.


Stove burning a half a bird, you laker out, the legs is burning
I am cooking a half of a chicken, and it's burning, but I don't care.


We eating escovich, green pea soup, Korean coupe in the front
We are eating Jamaican escovitch and Korean food while cruising in a car.


With twelve rich whores, ready to stunt
I have 12 prostitutes with me, and we are ready to show off.


Roll the blunts, lady, you straighten the pussy, ran Glenny my man
I am asking a woman to roll the marijuana cigarettes and have sex, while complimenting Ran Glenny.


Honest seven hundred gram, be easy
I have an honest 700-grams of drugs, so don't worry.


Then the phone rang, BLING BLING BLING, aiyo, King, two more ice packs
Then the phone rang, and I answered with excitement, saying we need two more ice packs for the drugs.


Coming, forty bundles of onion
We are expecting 40 bundles of drugs.


Roll the reefer to the maximum, sax playing, lay on the drum
We are smoking a lot of marijuana, and we have saxophone and drums playing in the background.


The Jeffersons on, I'm ready to cum
We are watching the TV show, The Jeffersons, and I am ready to ejaculate.


She looking at me with a relevant stare, know my pockets the only here
A woman is looking at me, and she knows I am the only one with money.


Could come up out the hood, stay here
I am successful, but I won't leave the hood.


Pissing Merlot out, twirl my little thing downstairs
I am drinking Merlot and urinating, while flaunting my genitals.


Cuz anything other than that, we all Williamaires
We all pretend to be wealthy like William Shakespeare.


Can't forget that, the ziplocks is gift bagged
I can't forget that the drugs are packaged in ziplock bags like gifts.


None of that over night shit, we selling seconds, pa, hit back
We are not selling low-quality drugs, but we offer higher-quality 'seconds,' so hit me back.


Sean, aiyo, it's stupid hot, take a shotty with you
I am telling Sean to bring a gun because it's dangerous out.


You and Barkim, make it pop
I want Sean and Barkim to cause some trouble.


Them niggas is from the golden era, lemonade leathers
Those guys are from the golden era of hip hop and have flashy leather jackets.


Who don't give a fuck, if they die, they more high
These guys don't care about dying because they are high on drugs.


They soldiers in the streets, they rebels
They are like soldiers and rebels in the streets.


Bubble for muthafucking money, with bitches rocking stilettos
We are doing this for the money and with women in high heels.


So when the drought hit, they on they shit
These guys are prepared for when the drug drought comes.


The sheeps come out, loving the C Cypher Powers, they cowards
People who are not involved in the drug game like to admire it, but they are cowards.


Stay off the fucking flowers... yup
Stay away from the drugs.


Rocking a skull full of waves, four frames on his chains
Someone is wearing wave-patterned jewelry and glasses.


Jamaican accent, fresh out Toronto, we black skinned
Someone has a Jamaican accent and just arrived from Toronto, and we are black.


Young Black Panther M.O., love wheeling rentals
Someone considers himself a Young Black Panther with a mission, and he enjoys renting cars.


He on the crack spot, we know it as the trap shop
Someone is at the place where drugs are sold, which we call the trap shop.


Adidas down, sterling brown, uncles is traffickers
This person is wearing Adidas, has a skin complexion of light brown, and has uncles who are drug traffickers.


Lifestyle throwing, spectacular
The lifestyle that these people have is amazing and outstanding.


Green grass smokers with green hash, them niggas don't need cash
These people smoke marijuana and have enough hash that they don't need money.


They only play fresher by the mean glass
They only try to look fresher when their glasses are clean.


A dream stash only when the good boy last
They can only save their drugs for later when they have lots of money.


These is all roofless niggas, we don't feel glad
These guys do not have a home and feel sad.


Left the Aspen, the back of the gas station
They left Aspen and are at the back of a gas station.


Remember no shorties in it, it's only Glocks with mags
They remind each other that they only have guns with no one else around.


Here the feds come, niggas is bad, no, give him his bag
The federal agents arrive, and these guys are not good. They decide to give back someone's bag.


These is ninjas in rags, rock the flags
These guys are like ninjas and wear rags while representing their gang.


Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Agreement and excitement.


Word, for real, what the fuck, damn
Expressing agreement and surprise about something.


It's that fly shit, it's that muthafucking fly shit
Referring to the amazing and cool things they are doing.


Word up, we going nigga, one
Let's go, guys. One.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP
Written by: DANIEL AUERBACH, PATRICK CARNEY, COREY WOODS

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