bomb

Singer: freddie gibbs

yeah

yeah

yeah. slammin! drugs got me wakin up in cold sweats

sometimes i'm slightly off my rocker

but i'm on deck

got two and a baby off my bitch's student loan check

she hit my line to get that girl i call it phone sex

robbin like my problems ain't gon' catch up to me later

bitch i'm mobbing like o.g. bobby johnson

split your potato

every table

cookin shavin and touchin base with them basers

bet they try to make a play for the yay' as soon as they taste it

the amazin black american gangster

sinister corner hugger

seein this nigga shine been annoyin me like a muh'fucker

this busta owe me

now he act like he don't know me

forty fo' my closest homie

kill cock-a-aroaches like tony

got montana money

you bought 100

dipped in fluid

yo i had to smoke it

pupils dilated like silver dollars

now we kno-ckin

call it devilish how i do bitch

fuck these niggaz talkin

i leave they thoughts on my shoestrings

what? uhh

yeah

ah f'sho

yeah

rollin; pockets all swollen

set the record straight that fnh is what i'm holdin

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 niggaz

since i'm a go getter

i think these suckers pussy

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 fuckin part

up the crack

the heroin

and weed a la carte

i call it fast freddie's

i should own a fuckin restaurant

cause back when i was 12 threw some bells on a scale and i got a pager

we broke 'em 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?

we all gettin fresh

got the heart to die for somethin

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 gettin money right?

long as the sun come out

i'll hold these twenties tight

getting fresh

just coolin

my bitch on my dick

but boom yo

you live with your moms

just get a grip

clip in my pocket

a rocket

i think of the

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

7500 of us

up in the sprinter bus

fussin we need more heat""

Lyric Context: bomb - freddie gibbs