Freddie Gibbs, The World’s Freshest - G Like Dat lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, The World’s Freshest - G Like Dat lyrics]
(Oakland do you wanna ride?) oakland, uh, uh
(I can't hear ya, Oakland
Do you want to ride tonight?)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why it gotta be like dat?
Check it, why it gotta be like dat?
Yo nigga, why you gotta be like dat?
I'm just a motherfucking G like dat, bitch!
Hey yo, rollin', pockets all swollen
I got two bitches with me
Blowin' that Billy Ocean
Oakland Athletics to the left
And I'm left coastin'
Pushing a Lexus now I'm in a GS smokin'
Mobbing like a motherfucker
Dark to the daytime
Take a bullet 'fore I let a nigga take mine
Sunday night
We 'bout to take it to the State line
You and the baby and a three-eighty in my '89
Got me on 9-5 Northbound
Affiliated with the mob figures in the town
Buy a hundred from the hundred
Put a hundred down
Back when me and Cali Pug
We was running pounds dope-B's twitching
I feel my fingers itching for cash
These niggas thinking cause I'm rapping I
Won't put on the mask
Uh, murk 'em up and put my foot on the gas
Gon' die a young 'un cause
I'm movin' too fast and yo it be like dat
Nigga, why it gotta be like dat?
A nigga gon' be smoking tree like dat
I told you niggas I would be right back
Cause, I'm a motherfucking G like dat, hey
Nigga, why it gotta be like dat?
They doing niggas in the street like dat
I told you niggas I would be right back
Cause, I'm a motherfucking G like dat
Hey hey
I got a four-five in my jeans
When I'm on the scene
Don't fuck with the nigga FG yeah, yeah, yeah
(Eastside nigga)
Four-five in my jeans when I'm on the scene
Don't fuck with the nigga FG yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fuck y'all niggas) Fuck y'all niggas
I'm 'bout to ash out
And dust-to-dust y'all niggas
And really I could cash out
And touch y'all niggas
Pay ya cheques on your forehead
Niggas hurtin'
Down to murder for some more bread
Chopping up the coco with my Cholo
He 'bout to drop a bundle told
Him I could move it dolo
I'm smokin on this dodo
'bout to gas on these motherfucking robos
Like Latifah told G-Cube you're loco
I guess I got to choose now
Versace logo on my motherfucking boots now
I mean my sneakers got the
Freaks in the coupe now
Keep it truest, that's how I do it
About to pull up a sucker through it
Because I guess I got to choose now
Versace logos on my motherfucking boots now
I mean my sneakers got the
Freaks in the coupe now
Keep it truest, that's how I do it
About to pull up a sucker through it
And yo it be like dat
Fuck y'all niggas
(I can't hear ya, Oakland
Do you want to ride tonight?)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why it gotta be like dat?
Check it, why it gotta be like dat?
Yo nigga, why you gotta be like dat?
I'm just a motherfucking G like dat, bitch!
Hey yo, rollin', pockets all swollen
I got two bitches with me
Blowin' that Billy Ocean
Oakland Athletics to the left
And I'm left coastin'
Pushing a Lexus now I'm in a GS smokin'
Mobbing like a motherfucker
Dark to the daytime
Take a bullet 'fore I let a nigga take mine
Sunday night
We 'bout to take it to the State line
You and the baby and a three-eighty in my '89
Got me on 9-5 Northbound
Affiliated with the mob figures in the town
Buy a hundred from the hundred
Put a hundred down
Back when me and Cali Pug
We was running pounds dope-B's twitching
I feel my fingers itching for cash
These niggas thinking cause I'm rapping I
Won't put on the mask
Uh, murk 'em up and put my foot on the gas
Gon' die a young 'un cause
I'm movin' too fast and yo it be like dat
Nigga, why it gotta be like dat?
A nigga gon' be smoking tree like dat
I told you niggas I would be right back
Cause, I'm a motherfucking G like dat, hey
Nigga, why it gotta be like dat?
They doing niggas in the street like dat
I told you niggas I would be right back
Cause, I'm a motherfucking G like dat
Hey hey
I got a four-five in my jeans
When I'm on the scene
Don't fuck with the nigga FG yeah, yeah, yeah
(Eastside nigga)
Four-five in my jeans when I'm on the scene
Don't fuck with the nigga FG yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fuck y'all niggas) Fuck y'all niggas
I'm 'bout to ash out
And dust-to-dust y'all niggas
And really I could cash out
And touch y'all niggas
Pay ya cheques on your forehead
Niggas hurtin'
Down to murder for some more bread
Chopping up the coco with my Cholo
He 'bout to drop a bundle told
Him I could move it dolo
I'm smokin on this dodo
'bout to gas on these motherfucking robos
Like Latifah told G-Cube you're loco
I guess I got to choose now
Versace logo on my motherfucking boots now
I mean my sneakers got the
Freaks in the coupe now
Keep it truest, that's how I do it
About to pull up a sucker through it
Because I guess I got to choose now
Versace logos on my motherfucking boots now
I mean my sneakers got the
Freaks in the coupe now
Keep it truest, that's how I do it
About to pull up a sucker through it
And yo it be like dat
Fuck y'all niggas