Mr. Green, Apollo the Great, Chill Moody, Freddie Gibbs - Clap lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Mr. Green, Apollo the Great, Chill Moody, Freddie Gibbs - Clap lyrics]
I wanted to be just like my big homie OJ
Instead of going to college four years
I cooked the 4 way
King of the underground with
No radio, pushing, no play
Still got plenty of smokers and
Geekers up in my doorway
Mama I'm gonna do it, dropping the 4-1 to it
Poison in my two litter
I'm posted with my two heaters
I know that my enemies pray I
Get smoked for this golden father please
Forgive me I done left
Niggas no longer breathing
Broke, blind and crippled, tuned up in
Nothing but murder on my mind but
My bottom line's the issue
Girl don't hug and kiss you
Saying you need some rehab
Serve the chronic, make me an addict
Guess I'ma be that nigga until
My heart don't tick
Yeah, the Indiana Godfather, Eastside bitch
All is well when I bail
Slang and bang 'til they tag my toe
I let my nuts drag down to
The floor, gangsta Gibbs baby, uh
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go
Everybody clap your hands, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Uh, plans to be the greatest, I hock tui spit
In the faces of those they hold sacred
Call them overrated
Haters looking at me sideways
Like I voted Reagan
Screaming "bro!" but there's no relation
Your flow is basic
Grind and tired of waiting
Boosted up on that donors list
Been over patients, now how sick is that
Mister Green on the track
I Jack the Rip for that
Philly on my shoulders like Iverson
Had the Sixers back in them early double 0s
Travel where trouble goes
Landed at O Jays, cautious of undercover foes
The backstabbers, they smile in your face
Cards revealed they yell "Sorry!"
Move you out of your space
It ain't a game though, well
At least that's how the saying go
Bottles to the face
Pour a little for the slain though
On the road to the riches, tinted Durango
Won't park 'til the sun sets, no Drain no, go
Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go
Everybody clap your hands, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Uh, I wanted to be just
Like my big cousin Chad he took a few shots
Thought he was 2Pac but didn't rap
Showed me what it was to be in a trap
Start with nothing turn it into a step
Cooking crack, where a fiend live at
Looking back, yo I needed that
The reason that these youngings is cold red
Cause they ain't got official ohead
Mine was, conduct
My father figured dropping juice on me
I'm more advanced than a lot of niggas
Thoroughbred mentality, if men challenge me
Guaranteed that end violently, then silently
Talk to pigs, that's a no no
Offical like the polo with the little logo
Do my dirt all by my dolo
Now yo yo, waddup yo? Niggas is cutthroat
Murder for anything but those
Scandalous slut hoes
The streets flood of the drug
Sold to the snub nose
Niggas fronting in the front
Shots ringing when the club close
I went through trials and tribulations
That's why
I'm here, yeah we all make mistakes
Yeah and you do reap what you sow so
Don't think you don't you know I
Got involved with drugs and
That's why I'm here but this is not who I am
This is what I became
Instead of going to college four years
I cooked the 4 way
King of the underground with
No radio, pushing, no play
Still got plenty of smokers and
Geekers up in my doorway
Mama I'm gonna do it, dropping the 4-1 to it
Poison in my two litter
I'm posted with my two heaters
I know that my enemies pray I
Get smoked for this golden father please
Forgive me I done left
Niggas no longer breathing
Broke, blind and crippled, tuned up in
Nothing but murder on my mind but
My bottom line's the issue
Girl don't hug and kiss you
Saying you need some rehab
Serve the chronic, make me an addict
Guess I'ma be that nigga until
My heart don't tick
Yeah, the Indiana Godfather, Eastside bitch
All is well when I bail
Slang and bang 'til they tag my toe
I let my nuts drag down to
The floor, gangsta Gibbs baby, uh
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go
Everybody clap your hands, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Uh, plans to be the greatest, I hock tui spit
In the faces of those they hold sacred
Call them overrated
Haters looking at me sideways
Like I voted Reagan
Screaming "bro!" but there's no relation
Your flow is basic
Grind and tired of waiting
Boosted up on that donors list
Been over patients, now how sick is that
Mister Green on the track
I Jack the Rip for that
Philly on my shoulders like Iverson
Had the Sixers back in them early double 0s
Travel where trouble goes
Landed at O Jays, cautious of undercover foes
The backstabbers, they smile in your face
Cards revealed they yell "Sorry!"
Move you out of your space
It ain't a game though, well
At least that's how the saying go
Bottles to the face
Pour a little for the slain though
On the road to the riches, tinted Durango
Won't park 'til the sun sets, no Drain no, go
Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go
Everybody clap your hands, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Uh, I wanted to be just
Like my big cousin Chad he took a few shots
Thought he was 2Pac but didn't rap
Showed me what it was to be in a trap
Start with nothing turn it into a step
Cooking crack, where a fiend live at
Looking back, yo I needed that
The reason that these youngings is cold red
Cause they ain't got official ohead
Mine was, conduct
My father figured dropping juice on me
I'm more advanced than a lot of niggas
Thoroughbred mentality, if men challenge me
Guaranteed that end violently, then silently
Talk to pigs, that's a no no
Offical like the polo with the little logo
Do my dirt all by my dolo
Now yo yo, waddup yo? Niggas is cutthroat
Murder for anything but those
Scandalous slut hoes
The streets flood of the drug
Sold to the snub nose
Niggas fronting in the front
Shots ringing when the club close
I went through trials and tribulations
That's why
I'm here, yeah we all make mistakes
Yeah and you do reap what you sow so
Don't think you don't you know I
Got involved with drugs and
That's why I'm here but this is not who I am
This is what I became