Bomb - Freddie Gibbs/Madlib.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs
[00:00.387] 作曲 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs
[00:00.775][Intro]
[00:03.868]Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
[00:10.615][Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
[00:15.952]Slammin', drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
[00:18.205]Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
[00:21.016]Got 2 and a baby off my *****es student loan check
[00:23.546]She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
[00:26.082]Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
[00:28.611]***** I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato
[00:31.421]At the table cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers
[00:33.669]Bet they try to make a play for the yayo as soon as they taste it
[00:36.481]The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger
[00:39.016]Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a mutha****a
[00:42.105]This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
[00:44.348]Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony
[00:47.158]Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid
[00:49.690]Yo I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars
[00:52.504]Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do *****
[00:55.041]**** these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
[00:59.265][Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
[01:00.388]What? Uh, yeah
[01:06.004]For sure
[01:08.826][Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
[01:09.384]Rolling, pockets all swollen
[01:10.788]Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding
[01:13.321]A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open
[01:15.849]We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
[01:18.655]A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter
[01:21.190]I think these suckers *****, I'ma merk the whole litter
[01:23.724]Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
[01:26.257]Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga
[01:29.063]Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start
[01:31.868]Life is like a movie, all I did was play my ****in' part
[01:34.394]Cheffing up the crack, the ******, and weed a la carte
[01:36.920]I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a ****in' restaurant
[01:39.735]'Cause back when I was 12, threw some bales on a scale and I got a pager
[01:43.395]We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
[01:45.928]Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
[01:48.178]Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature
[01:50.992]What?
[01:56.331][Verse 3: Raekwon]
[02:01.945]28 days later we all getting fresh
[02:04.474]Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
[02:06.996]The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch
[02:09.809]My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed
[02:12.337]From living tough times with rough lemons
[02:14.869]A gorgeous watch, my team on a dreadful level, yo
[02:17.684]Yeah, we still getting money right
[02:20.225]Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
[02:23.030]Getting fresh, just cooling, my *****on my ****
[02:25.284]Ba-boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
[02:28.581]Clip in my pocket, my rocket
[02:30.840]I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks
[02:33.373]Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up
[02:36.189]I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up
[02:38.997]We real, all G, 75-hundred of us
[02:41.804]Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat"