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letra de vice lord poetry - freddie gibbs

[part i]

[intro]
yeah, uh, real quick, you know what i’m sayin’?
yeah, (uh, triple s) b-tch

[verse]
i was big rabbit before the birth of my son
the earth ain’t big enough for both of us, you gotta get done
they sayin’ they smoking top fives
but you ain’t burned up the one
uh, f-ck n-ggas talkin’ ’bout? (f-ck n-ggas talkin’ ’bout?)
like every time i hit the booth
i don’t leave that b-tch with a body count
came up talkin’ sh-t as a toddler, i had a potty mouth (yeah)
all the girls i ever got pregnant i trick the body out
lift that ass up, got them titties did
got rich and didn’t die tryin’, f-ck all the many men
got rich and put ’em on tour, shoutout my mini-mes (yeah)
only thing they own is them diamond cubans and skinny jeans (hahaha) only thing i got is my b-lls and my word if anything
hoes will be with any crew, give that ass to any who
got they credibility winnin’ just like these rappers do (yeah)
n-ggas change they name but your history ain’t detachable
i’m so grammatical i could take a sabbatical (yeah)
gary n-gga was never no indianimal (yeah)
built the empire from ashes and send me back a few (yeah)
n-ggas wanna sign me, oh, i’m the reason they signing you
[bridge]
(hahaha, b-tch, you know what i’m sayin’?)
you wanna cut the kane train, n-gga
i’m the motherf-ckin’ blueprint, n-gga
you got the carbon copy, b-tch, yeah

[verse 2]
f-ck the industry, you get lost in it (yeah)
bet treat a n-gga like i ain’t dark-skinned (f-ck)
but i ain’t f-ck with y’all since 106 & park ended
cypher’s just a waste of time ’cause i walk the park with it
snow said: “let’s hits the awards”, but we ain’t dressin’ up
showed up in a tank top and chucks, he in a f-ckin’ tux
textin’ ross to get some advice, he keep me b-ttoned up
i disrespected bro several years ago, i was f-ckin’ up (yeah)
now i love him like my momma son
house up in the hills ain’t sh-t ’til you get your momma one
you a certified crack baby, i gave you momma funds
pray the lord forgive me for selling dope during ramadan, uh
dua keep a n-gga stable
them crackers mark a n-gga grave before you touch the cradle
i sent a ton off to the moes ’cause i was more than able (feed)
they let the gds in the door, the lords was at the table (feed)

[bridge]
(triple s exercise) you know i’m sayin’, n-gga
big rabbit, not lil rabbit
lil rabbit with the babysitter, b-tch
you know what i’m sayin’?
you gotta deal with the big boy
(i can already feel my trappin’ mojo returnin’)
[part ii]

[verse 3]
uh, yeah
rest in peace big time, n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’, n-gga? (broadway)
that private school sh-t is expensive (triple s)
ayo, roaches on my cereal boxes, in gary living poor
same meal sat-rday morning, we watchin’ diff’rent strokes
diego shakin’ up with me, ced and them n-ggas flippin folks
i was sellin’ dope when kanye was workin’ at river oaks (yeah, yeah)
i did it with no radio
had a million dollars before i ever met ebro (yeah)
’cause up until this point my activities was illegal (yeah)
i never made a chart, i ain’t let it f-ck with my ego (f-ck a ego)
what i drop spark fear
i had the album of the year, b-tch, you can ask nasir
the gangsta rapper of the year runnin’ like ten years straight
sometimes i feel like all my flowers comin’ ten years late (that’s how i feel, b-tch)
but f-ck it (that’s how i feel, n-gga)
vice lord poetry (yeah)
had to be twice as nice as these n-ggas for y’all to notice me
king rabbit, n0body over me
if i had a time machine
the younger fred would be buying bricks from the older me
if i had a time machine i would bring chad butler back
candy painted, sitting on blades, so how you lovin’ that?
oh, you lovin’ that?

- freddie gibbs

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