Testo Eastside Moonwalker - Freddie Gibbs
Testo della canzone Eastside Moonwalker (Freddie Gibbs), tratta dall'album ESGN - Evil Seeds Grow Naturally
Uh, yeah, yeah
DMS (yeah) beat (yeah)
Lifestyles of the insane (yeah)
East side though, nigga, I'm the shit, you the shit stain
I let the boss ring switch lanes (uh)
Not a pretty nigga for it, I got some gang full of peach brains
And I lay it on so deep, turn it up to a broad, heard a pimp nigga broke this
And I'ma let it to a broke piece, I think I need my medicine, I had to throw it 'fore this
Nigga throwing dirty, keep a nigga with a deep pocket
Dope fiends in the closed casket
Shopping, steady bringing at the gate, keep locking
Keep it strapped because that boys keep robbing
Got me put enough slow, prickling of the cripple, put my pedal to the floor
Let me count in that dough, looking good like a pro
Ass sit on nothing but that leather, what you know? How you living, nigga?
Lifestyles of the insane
Blow the key up, pop a pill, crack a seal, drop a six bang
Niggas looking for their bee sting
Their weed, dog food, crack this, niggas with cane
Think I've lost my new ditch, sipping on the back, break 'em off in the ditch
Sitting top floor with the chrome and the itch
Nigga gotta floss, that's the cost of this vigil
I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow
Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though
I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow
Brother with the mask, put them hoes on the floor
I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow
Brother with the mask, put them hoes on the floor
I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow
Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though, I'ma pull off slow
Wake up, moonwalker, night stalker
Motherfucking white chalker, might caller
In the streets, put your pants down, tell 'em call a paramedic, nigga, man down
Ease up with your thugging, get your Gs up
Never faint, never fall, never fall, never freeze up
Oh, black ass, black TD, motherfucking dope gang feed us
How you living nigga?
Send rest in peace to my motherfucking homeboy
But hold your tears, ain't right, so fuck this
You might as well be a dead man in my eyes
Shoot two, three, sucker free when I ride, Freddie gang, Freddie Corleone
Sell your things to the smokers in them mobile home
I'm tracking back wheel, dirty Styrofoam and a pocket full of stones in my Cadillac chrome
I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow, bitch
Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though
I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow
Brother with the mask, put them hoes on the floor
I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow
Brother with the mask, put them hoes on the floor
I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow
Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though
I'ma pull off slow, uh
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Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, Garland Maxwell Frith
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