curren$y, freddie gibbs & the alchemist - saturday night special lyrics
[intro: curren$y]
gold thangs on a bar of soap
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
eastside
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ladada-dada, dada, dada
uh, yeah
[verse 1: curren$y]
and that rolls royce float
clean, like i put a set of gold things on a bar of soap
what’s in every bar? another motivational quote
while these n-ggas going through phases
i never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement
this is preservation of the vibe
never let them forget the time
well they say you was a rapper
you fasho had to know how to rhyme
i keep my p-ssport close, ’cause it eases my mind
(eases my mind)
[interlude]
it’s a shame what they did to it
now the rap just don’t go that same route
when they take rawness away, just
just they make it too pretty
[verse 1 continued: curren$y]
i’m feelin’ trapped on this revolvin’ land mine
that could blow at any minute
sat-rday night special with one bullet in the chamber
and six cylnders spinnin’
russian roulette, the american dream could be your death
or it could be everything
[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
it’s m.o.b. everything
back in ’03 had gucci seats, i put gs on everything
made matrimony with this game
i got cocaine when it rains
them n-ggas taxin’ for the nina
they want like ten and some change
i got my tears and my pain
i got my b-lls and my girl
and i ain’t breakin’ that sh-t for a n-gga or b-tch
that sh-t is absurd
i’m controversial with these verbs
like christopher wallace with words
felix mitch-ll with birds
malcolm x with the perm
n-gga
[interlude]
freddie gibbs; i heard the name, but i didn’t know
like, i didn’t know how good he was
it was after the photoshoot
after i had already shook hands with him and met him
i told him this when i seen him again, too, out in la
i was like, yo, i was like, yo, i ain’t even know, like, you really good
[verse 2 continued: freddie gibbs]
yeah
b-tch hit my line said she wanna go eat and drink and smoke and sh-t (goofy b-tch)
before i hung up, i said call me when you want some d-ck
(want some d-ck)
i’ll never go broke in this game
i’ll charge it on a b-tch (charge it on a b-tch)
so, my family and my kids will never want for sh-t
stuck in a cell with no windows but i got a pot to p-ss
smokin’ that dope on a daily
f-cked up the probation, i gotta go drop some p-ss
hope in a truck, and i throw on that twista
adrenaline rush on some mobster sh-t
even when n-ggas was broke
we made it look rich, b-tch, i’ma optimist
my presence’ll f-ck up your confidence
freaky b-tches, i’m they confidant
trappin’ out of muh f-ckas rappers, slappin’ these poppadoc
rza with the zippers, official men chop it off the block
once i made an m, i ain’t give a f-ck if i popped or not
and i can’t swim, a n-gga ain’t never had dreams of coppin’ yachts
but i kowabunga, servin’ that p-ssy at a thousand knots
rest in peace to ruck, tell jesus i need a billion bucks
goon with the balloon, ain’t no helium, but i sealed him up
feel the rush
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