歌手:Freddie Gibbs
专辑:《Bandana》

作词 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson
作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson
Freddie Gibbs 、Madlib -Situations
Written by ：Freddie Gibbs 、Madlib
Produced by ：Madlib
Yeah yeah
Representer
Street n**gas I'm a representer
East Gary I'm a representer
Rest in peace granny I'ma representer
Made it through the summer with no air conditioner
Catch us huddled 'round the kitchen in the Winter
Just a youngin thuggin'tryna check a million
Youngin thuggin'tryna check a million
Windows tinted with the killer in my system
More than w**d and liquor in my system
Got the brand new whip might see the solar system
On my seventh figure n**gas know the feelin'
Necklace flooded it's a situation yeah
All my b**ches got a situation yeah
County lockup or the police station yeah
We was in some shitty situations uh
'Bout to smoke it up pour it up
I'm a thug and smokin'lethal warrior
Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida
Spent a hundred-twenty on a rover truck
I had b**ches when a n**ga rode the bus
'Fore the money b**ches never noticed you
Way back when they wouldn't do a show with us
Now they calling'me so they can open up
I put you n**gas on game
Put some respect on my name
Freddie Kane a living'legend
I hit a stain
Cousin took two to the brain
Bullets missed me it's a blessing
I can see the day like it was yesterday I'll never forget it
So rest in peace good Lord you was caught in the system
I made my lane up in this game and upped the winning percentage
So f**k a record deal a n**ga need a bigger percentage
I'm like
Haha
Lambo cut my check n**ga brrt brrt brrt n**ga
Yeah
Representer
Insane I'm a representer
VL I'm a representer
I'm a 22-12representer
What you know 'bout stuffin'kilos in the engine
You a sidewalk n**ga street ain't in you
'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning
Young and thuggin'tryna check a million
Windows tinted with the killer in my system
More than w**d and liquor in my system
Got the brand new whip might see the solar system
On my seventh figure n**gas know the feelin'
Necklace flooded it's a situation
All my b**ches got a situation
County lockup or the police station
We was in some shitty situations
1989I seen a n**ga bleed
Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees
Turned the arcade to a stampede
I was playing'Pac-Man Centipede
Put me on some s**t I never should've seen
Robbin'killin'd**g dealin'in my genes
I was living'in Atlanta juggin'bean
Drea hit a n**ga with the Billie Jean
Josh The Goon got a n**ga back to flowin'
Bought the plane ticket first I wasn't open
From that moment I was west coastin'
Livin'out of Sid apartment smokin'all the roaches
Straight survivin'off of Wendy's Pollo Loco
Forty thirty man I'm 'posed to serve the smokers
Did my re-up la famila with my cholo
Twenty for the chicken that's some pollo loco yeah yeah
Obama got elected today and I got arrested
LA county literally strippin'a n**ga naked
And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection
Motherf**k Jeff Sessions I'm sellin'd**e with a weapon
Only union some of me and my n**gas got is the Western
I'm they favorite rapper when n**gas f**ked up and they stressin'
Lot of n**gas feel like
I got my bucks up and I left 'em
Tell them p**sy n**gas come
Get the f**k up on my level yeah
This how it feel to wake up
And you don't owe nobody s**t
Not an explanation not no conversation D**g Administration
Suck a n**ga d**k
When my daddy ran over eddie with that motorcycle
He ain't been that n**ga since
Seen him transform to crackhead ed
If I got twenty fred can I get a hit
N**ga damn
F**k you Friday was such a great holiday
That I thought I would extend the holiday season
And let's call it I don't give a s**t Saturday
I don't give a s**t about what you think about me
I don't give a s**t about
Who you think I ought to be
I don't give a s**t about you don't like me cussin'
I don't give a s**t what you like
I'm doing what is best for me
I'm doing those things that makes me happy
Those things that I think are positive with me
And that's what you need to say to anyone today
Who comes into your life
Tryna bring negative s**t into your life
Tell 'em
I don't give a s**t
In fact tell them if you not feedin'me
Financing me or f**kin'me I just don't give a s**t
In fact go out on this holiday
Get you some ribs
Put it the grill
And let's call it f**k-a-que
Let's have a f**k-a-que holiday
And not give a s**t about what people
Have to say about you and your life
This is your morning message from the cussing pastor
Have a great day