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freddie gibbs & madlib - shitsville - alex goose remix lyrics

[verse 1]
n+ggas ain’t gon’ sh+t, then get the f+ck up off the toilet stool
bent behind my tinteds, i commence to take these boys to school
don’t drive no yellow bus, but i got mayonnaise and mustard
both tires gold+wired on my chevrolet bucket
and now my transmission leaking and my rear suspension squeaking
drop a rock off to my geeker, fix my sh+t man, i’m out here creeping
twist that sh+t, but i’m out here tweaking for that 20 twin twin
kick that sh+t in ’95 while watching “friday” with my friends
f+cked your b+tch in ’96, hit that p+ssy for 6 minutes
said the d+ck was everything she envisioned on each visit
papa kеpt his condoms in his bottom drawer, they for his bottom ho
i stole that sh+t whеn i was out, i wonder if my mama know
i wonder if she found the dimes and nickels in my nike box
i wonder if she know her older brother like to light them rocks
i wonder if she able to get by if i get k!lled
told her i was just knee deep in the sh+t
welcome to sh+tsville, n+gga

[chorus]
you wake up everyday and pray before you sleep, right?
you motherf+ckers just like me
you shed tears when you hurting; if i cut you then you bleed, right?
you motherf+ckers just like me
but b+tch you acting like your sh+t don’t stink (sh+t’s real)
b+tch you acting like your sh+t don’t stink (sh+tsville)
i said you acting like your sh+t don’t stink (sh+t’s real)
b+tch you acting like your sh+t don’t stink (welcome to sh+tsville, n+gga)
[verse 2]
n+ggas ain’t gon’ sh+t then get the f+ck up off the pizz+ot
got os of loud in my living room like i was lennox
trapped a n+gga and his wife for his wallet and his wristw+tch
and they say i might do life in jail for kidnap, b+tch
i did not give a single solitary f+ck
i stand on all ten toes, one d+ck and two nuts, don’t do yayo or shoot up
but i went back and forth with some work and went through a few plugs
this white devil society dare a n+gga to do drugs
and dare yo ass to deal ’em, distribute and conceal ’em
my n+ggas don’t got no boats or no ports, how you think we get ’em?
crack was black america’s cup of coffee in the beginnin’
when they crept up when you waking, you crackers can fight the feelin’
motherf+ck euthanasia, i’ll lace your food up with razors
make you gargle with saltw+ter, excuse yourself from my table
i fathered these f+ck n+ggas with fables, p+ssy, i been real
good on any street up sh+t’s creek in sh+tsville, n+gga

- freddie gibbs madlib lyrics

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