作词 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs 作曲 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs [Intro Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs Slammin', drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck Got 2 and a baby off my *****es student loan check She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later ***** I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato At the table cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers Bet they try to make a play for the yayo as soon as they taste it The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a mutha****a This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid Yo I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do ***** **** these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings [Interlude: Freddie Gibbs What? Uh, yeah For sure [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs Rolling, pockets all swollen Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient? A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter I think these suckers *****, I'ma merk the whole litter Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start Life is like a movie, all I did was play my ****in' part Cheffing up the crack, the ******, and weed a la carte I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a ****in' restaurant 'Cause back when I was 12, threw some bales on a scale and I got a pager We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature What? [Verse 3: Raekwon 28 days later we all getting fresh Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed From living tough times with rough lemons A gorgeous watch, my team on a dreadful level, yo Yeah, we still getting money right Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight Getting fresh, just cooling, my *****on my **** Ba-boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip Clip in my pocket, my rocket I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up We real, all G, 75-hundred of us Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat"