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madlib - flat tummy tea lyrics

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
uh, i beat the pot like joseph beat mike and jermaine
one came out light, one came out dark but they smokin’ the same
i break a 50 on blunts and give my smoker the change
that n#gga flexin’, vvs every stone in the chain
gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me
i be all in these b#tches’ stomach like flat tummy tea
crackers came to africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me
america was the name of they f#ckin’ company
stackin’ n#ggas like cargo over and under me
pick cotton bails and the coca leaf off the money tree
n#ggas won’t let you live in peace but love to see you rest in peace
broke and poppin’ and drinkin’ on the rest, they got the best of me
i’m choppin’ it up on the table, ’cause there wasn’t no label gon’ invest in me
these n#ggas’ll ride your wave and wouldn’t go sit that time in the fed with me
eventually, when i got indicted i took a minus
n#ggas that i f#cked with went on hiatus so i decided
i should make a couple decisions like sean made
a couple jhené aiko#lookin’ hoes in the sprinter thing
(they f#ckin’ with the kane)
black n#gga, jack tripper, pack flipper
step out the kitchen and step in the booth and drop heat on these rap n#ggas
without a cosign, you probably be fillin’ my grocery bag, n#gga
poison flow, i send opponents from riches to rags, n#gga
(gangsta kane)

[chorus: freddie gibbs]
gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me
i be all in these b#tches’ stomach like flat tummy tea
crackers came to africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me
america was the name of they f#ckin’ company
gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me
i be all in these b#tches’ stomach like flat tummy tea
crackers come to africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me
america was the name of they f#ckin’ company (kane)

[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
uh, chain give me whiplash, my neck glass
shave a lil tax off the package, pay my connect fast
bellagio with quatro hoes, stack like connect 4s
n#ggas don’t own no land or fine art but got all the retros
obama can’t make the law retroactive, what the f#ck happened?
congress c#ck#blockin’ n#ggas from comin’ home to they family
if you lucky, when he left out of office
you got a pardon, overtime cut
soft or that hard, you f#cked up regardless, made my mind up
then incarceration my destination, i would wind up
addicted to medication, just poured another line up
overdosed with a styrofoam cup, how they gon’ find us?
slave movies every year, yeah, the master gon’ remind us
if we don’t take it, we don’t deserve it back (yeah)
and six#thousand years done ran up, the kings of the earth is back
(earth is back)
supreme mathematics, i’m on the right course (yeah)
took the sword and knocked white jesus off of that white horse
(yeah)
yeah, my n#gga, i’m on the right course (for sure)
took the sword and knocked white jesus off of that white horse
(uh#huh)
f#ck spike, he mostly show malcolm on coke and white wh0res
(f#ck spike)
did the sh#t so he can get fundin’ up from them white boys
white girl magic, cocaine, the white wh0res (yeah)
i was in joliet serving heroin to them white boys (yeah)
top five rapper alive and that’s on vice lord
took the sword and knocked white jesus off of that white horse

[outro: freddie gibbs]
d#mn, somebody callin’ me, f#ck
d#mn, i hate when people do that
let me put my phone on airplane mode, let me do that over

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