Freddie Gibbs, Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk - L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #151 lyrics
[Freddie Gibbs, Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk - L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #151 lyrics]
Yes, yes, yes
You hear who it is man, that, that ain't
It's the King R&B again, yeah
Shout out to Ron Isley
That's not Ron Isley with us though
Nah, nah, nah, he ain't here
LA Leakers, we here man
Yes, Justin Credible, dJ Sourmilk
(What) yeah, we back baby, ooh
Big Rabbit baby nigga, not Little Rabbit
Little Rabbit with the babysitter
Freddie Gibbs is here, long away dude
I'm in here
$oul $old $eparately available now
$oul $old $eparately
Let's go, we gotta get to the bars
We gon' get to it all
That quick? Aight come on
You know what they came to see baby
I'm the prize nigga, uh
Akademiks, I'm the prize nigga, uh
Bitch I'm the prize, ey
Akademiks you're abusive
Stop takin' them purses all and that
Shit from the girls man here we go
It's LA Leakers man
Come to the West Coast man (yeah)
We value a purse if you want a purse bitch
I got you yo, yo
Sometimes I'm Super Cane
Sometimes I'm playin' old
Cryin' inside myself, just braggin'
Bullets grazin' my hair summer 2000
Me and Shaun we had a fight every week
I oughta thank 'em, all them shootouts
They turned me to a G
Them niggas even tried to smoke me
At my high school graduation
Told my lady, she was crazy, broke my heart
She had your baby
I'm like, uh, I was barely fuckin' her
He rollin' Lexus
I was hoppin' on bicycles to bucket stand
I was hella broke on me
Chicken and chicken nugget stand (Mhm)
Scared to touch the work
All these niggas worked for the government
Homie took a trip
Fans see no whip on a sprint flim
Cameras phones was new to us then
Niggas got hood wig
Bamboos all blacklisted, Bomb bought it
Tryna do homework in the house with no
Lysine might make you dark Carter
Every time I let off a shot
I wondered was God watchin'?
Every time them bullets came back
I wondered did God stop 'em?
Shitbag, shit boy
Takin' hit's since seventeen
For mamas the Hitman, I was the Hitboy
Shout out to HitBoy
(Mhm) , we was supposed to drop
Your homie said I begged 'em to do records
But his record flopped let me stop
Them bullets droppin' just might get me not
Rappers gettin' hit with the recoil
They better sit back and watch
Niggas in your own city kill you
I can't stay off the block
Fiends smokin' methods is shorter to
Coke they off the rock
Told the DEA I ain't workin' no more
I'm off the clock
Matter of fact, I never sold dope before
What you talkin' about?
Feelin' like they box me out
Can't even spend this cash
Girls for the free
All I sold these niggas was plastic bags
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
Nine millimeters shellin', go to his body
Them bullets stickin' to 'em
Niggas might just call you the realest
Nigga for livin' through it
Post droppin' like a new album
They tryna listen to it (Mhm)
Niggas might just call you the realest
If you a dead rapper
Tweet about your ass for a week
It's onto the next rapper next chapter
I wrote the book on Niggalations
I see these niggas' frustrations
Top five of my generation
So they try to crucify me
They can't kill me, they can't slump me
Bald head Jesus, I'm Big Rabbit
I come back like Easter Sunday
They try to crucify me, they can't kill me
They can't slump me
Bald head Jesus, I'm Big Rabbit
I come back like Easter Sunday (Mhm)
Against the Cane nigga
Fuck with the name nigga
Can't get 'em
Akademiks don't play no games nigga
Gon' put some in your booty
Yeah bitch nigga, ey, yo
Ey, I'm drunk as hell and
I don't give a fuck
Freddie Gibbs came through, go crazy man
I'll do the best when I come up here
I'm the reason niggas wanna come up here
Talk your shit man, come on
I'm the reason niggas wanna
Rap, talk to 'em, let 'em know
What the fuck, I did man
Thank you for always comin' to the show man
Hey man, i can spare a little couple bars up
Here for y'all niggas at all time
I gotta teach the world how to rap all time
I ain't bringin' my son
'cause he chillin'
But you know what I'm sayin'
He know how rap when he get my age
Gonna be rappin' like me
That's right, we need 'em up here
That's right
His first freestyle's gonna be with
The LA Leakers man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we can't do that
It's copyright illegal
And fuck Aaron Rodgers oh, wow, okay, okay
It's from a Bears fan, wow
Liftoff show baby, Liftoff, Power 106, LA
Ey, ey, ey, $oul $old $eparately nigga
Out now, out right now
You better go get it, run streamin' nigga
Ain't no nigga got a better rap out and
Bet I more rap out in the country
Baby let's do it
You hear who it is man, that, that ain't
It's the King R&B again, yeah
Shout out to Ron Isley
That's not Ron Isley with us though
Nah, nah, nah, he ain't here
LA Leakers, we here man
Yes, Justin Credible, dJ Sourmilk
(What) yeah, we back baby, ooh
Big Rabbit baby nigga, not Little Rabbit
Little Rabbit with the babysitter
Freddie Gibbs is here, long away dude
I'm in here
$oul $old $eparately available now
$oul $old $eparately
Let's go, we gotta get to the bars
We gon' get to it all
That quick? Aight come on
You know what they came to see baby
I'm the prize nigga, uh
Akademiks, I'm the prize nigga, uh
Bitch I'm the prize, ey
Akademiks you're abusive
Stop takin' them purses all and that
Shit from the girls man here we go
It's LA Leakers man
Come to the West Coast man (yeah)
We value a purse if you want a purse bitch
I got you yo, yo
Sometimes I'm Super Cane
Sometimes I'm playin' old
Cryin' inside myself, just braggin'
Bullets grazin' my hair summer 2000
Me and Shaun we had a fight every week
I oughta thank 'em, all them shootouts
They turned me to a G
Them niggas even tried to smoke me
At my high school graduation
Told my lady, she was crazy, broke my heart
She had your baby
I'm like, uh, I was barely fuckin' her
He rollin' Lexus
I was hoppin' on bicycles to bucket stand
I was hella broke on me
Chicken and chicken nugget stand (Mhm)
Scared to touch the work
All these niggas worked for the government
Homie took a trip
Fans see no whip on a sprint flim
Cameras phones was new to us then
Niggas got hood wig
Bamboos all blacklisted, Bomb bought it
Tryna do homework in the house with no
Lysine might make you dark Carter
Every time I let off a shot
I wondered was God watchin'?
Every time them bullets came back
I wondered did God stop 'em?
Shitbag, shit boy
Takin' hit's since seventeen
For mamas the Hitman, I was the Hitboy
Shout out to HitBoy
(Mhm) , we was supposed to drop
Your homie said I begged 'em to do records
But his record flopped let me stop
Them bullets droppin' just might get me not
Rappers gettin' hit with the recoil
They better sit back and watch
Niggas in your own city kill you
I can't stay off the block
Fiends smokin' methods is shorter to
Coke they off the rock
Told the DEA I ain't workin' no more
I'm off the clock
Matter of fact, I never sold dope before
What you talkin' about?
Feelin' like they box me out
Can't even spend this cash
Girls for the free
All I sold these niggas was plastic bags
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
Nine millimeters shellin', go to his body
Them bullets stickin' to 'em
Niggas might just call you the realest
Nigga for livin' through it
Post droppin' like a new album
They tryna listen to it (Mhm)
Niggas might just call you the realest
If you a dead rapper
Tweet about your ass for a week
It's onto the next rapper next chapter
I wrote the book on Niggalations
I see these niggas' frustrations
Top five of my generation
So they try to crucify me
They can't kill me, they can't slump me
Bald head Jesus, I'm Big Rabbit
I come back like Easter Sunday
They try to crucify me, they can't kill me
They can't slump me
Bald head Jesus, I'm Big Rabbit
I come back like Easter Sunday (Mhm)
Against the Cane nigga
Fuck with the name nigga
Can't get 'em
Akademiks don't play no games nigga
Gon' put some in your booty
Yeah bitch nigga, ey, yo
Ey, I'm drunk as hell and
I don't give a fuck
Freddie Gibbs came through, go crazy man
I'll do the best when I come up here
I'm the reason niggas wanna come up here
Talk your shit man, come on
I'm the reason niggas wanna
Rap, talk to 'em, let 'em know
What the fuck, I did man
Thank you for always comin' to the show man
Hey man, i can spare a little couple bars up
Here for y'all niggas at all time
I gotta teach the world how to rap all time
I ain't bringin' my son
'cause he chillin'
But you know what I'm sayin'
He know how rap when he get my age
Gonna be rappin' like me
That's right, we need 'em up here
That's right
His first freestyle's gonna be with
The LA Leakers man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we can't do that
It's copyright illegal
And fuck Aaron Rodgers oh, wow, okay, okay
It's from a Bears fan, wow
Liftoff show baby, Liftoff, Power 106, LA
Ey, ey, ey, $oul $old $eparately nigga
Out now, out right now
You better go get it, run streamin' nigga
Ain't no nigga got a better rap out and
Bet I more rap out in the country
Baby let's do it
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