Freddie Gibbs, Black Flint - Goodies lyrics

He ain't coping the goodi-goodies like i cop
I'm well known from the liquor
Stool to the rock spot
So best beware cuz them goodi-goodies
Will get ya popped

Mary-Jane, dog food, cocaine
(I got that good)
X-pills to them crystals mane
(I got that good)
Take a trip stimulate your brain
(I got that good) that right
(I got that good) Get right (I got that good)

Jellybeans, gumdrops, snickerbars and M&M's
Reefers with them tropical flavors
Man I got plenty o' them smell it
Then inhale and sell it quick
As they ship it in
Even had them geekers having seizures
When they hit the stem

Who it is? Eastside Slim, The babyface killa
Freddie Krueger
45 ruger your chest played nigga
If you get caught up
Don't say i was serving that weight with ya
Separate yourself from them fake niggas
I paint the picture

Bumped into this dopefiend bitch
I used to serve her
College student named Roberta
Used to lace her with that murder
Then Roberta start to flirt with that
Girl and all the homies
She sniffing to get her horny
Now she cooking up the Tony

It's some sad shit
How Roberta dropped out all her classes
Coulda been on some cash shit
She rather suck the glass dick
And me, I'd rather cake up in the booth
Speak truth but im selling candy cuz the
Hood got a sweet tooth