Sumthin U Should Know (feat. Devin the Dude) - Freddie Gibbs

You're constantly askin me for somethin And when I say no you get mad, and you be wonderin Am I tryna act funny (no!) about some money I got you baby, you wanna share it with Sonny Well it ain't that much, and what I got I really need it I can't be givin Diana my dollars like Billy Dee did Keep your own hair fixed, get your own nails done Make your own money in case I don't have none But maybe you're hopin I'm a star and you might feel I'll pay a note on your car or a light bill Didn't catch it when you asked me did I come in a benz And did I have enough room for you & some of your friends, but Then it hit me You was bout tryna get some money, yup straight bullshit me (no!) Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you ain't even gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to help on my rent, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) You like to smoke all the time All my weed, ya eyes lower than mine But shit I ain't trippin, I bought a couple of dranks To get you drunk, dig in ya pussy and get my knuckles to stank A couple of bucks for your tank, yeah I'm cool with that But after I give you this cigarette and you keep askin for shit I'mma ask you if you think it is a lack of respect To pull out my dick and put it on the back of your neck Cuz see these women'll wait, bitches'll beg And 50, 60 dollars just might get you some head But I'd rather spend my money on some weed and wine It seems pussy should be free, ain't no need in buyin it Why don't you go half with me? But just like I thought, you was out to bullshit me Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to rub on your clit, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Now you asked me to buy you some gear You said you was tired of wearin the same bullshit all year Them big ol titties and ass is what you use to catch Niggas to buy expensive clothes with shoes to match I'll get some booze and a sack and we can hit the Kings Flea market shop till we drop, I'll probably get you a ring Around your collar want some dollars, hell I'll just foot the bill Give you a new pearl necklace and some polish for your grill I'm glad that I can satisfy the women with needs But when you want too much I'll put Jimmy up in you then leave I got three minutes left on my phone card Times are tougher than my dick when I'm on hard Can't do nothin for a bitch who can't do nothin for herself But you tryna squeeze a nigga until there's nothin left Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Or help me to get my transmission fixed, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

I can't stand (I can't stand) stupid bitches I keep away, they ain't ridin (my bone) Have no plans (no plans) with stupid bitches I tend to stray from stupid bitches

It ain't easy to get a piece of mind lately Bunch of grown ass men, little crybabies They wanna live like me, with their hands out But ain't shit free I started with a half ounce I worked miracles with that bag I seen killers turn snitch, when shit go bad I don't wanna make my little girl miss her dad So much work in the car I hadn't pissed my pants We was right in Wyoming, about to pass Cheyenne Two unmarked cars on our ass Shit's crazy, real d-boy stories I remember being broke, we don't live past 40 these days Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler Since we tell stories true homie On some shit you never knew homie Momma was a trap star South bay flipping bricks from fast cars You see it in my genetics From me to go out and get it Being broke is pathetic In the hole with no credit That don't forget it so that i never go back Scared of the dark im stacking these packs Keep them as its elevated On the lemonade and key lime sub line Still so fucking faded Almost forgot the last 3 lines Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler They say we're old school They say we're veterans They say we're seasoned Some say that we're legends But to get older am I scared or what Yesterday I saw some grey hair on my nuts Cuts and scratches now don't exist Sluts and bitches got good gold on their wrist Shits a little different Change comes with time But they can do what they want to do I'mma still get mine Grind is a way that will never get old Getting high and doing shows until im 74 And if it's positive I'm ready to go If you're blowing then I'm ready smoke Ready to burn Ready to learn Ready to earn Ready to move Ready to groove Devin the Dude Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler

(Feat. Devin the Dude) [Chamillionaire] Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Just believe, something real freaky's going down Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign [Hook] Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends The sex will never end, that way everybody wins [Chamillionaire] Their dorms, their college, their brains share knowledge I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon' hear about it And if your boo try to search you, and any clue get spotted I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it Naw we don't sip Hpnotiq, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figure out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me A hoe see the ice and she start trippin', like your broad can't skeet Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me Can't stand a bourgie hoe, a bourgie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers Screamin' obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah [Hook] [Chamillionaire] I got some Henn, got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh [Devin the Dude] Your man used to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up She's runnin' all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished Yes he's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis Running after balls, dodging all your calls You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him So here's what you do, call 832-567 You remember the rest, just ask for Devin Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon Leaving nutted rubbers, all over the room Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels Some extra panties if you will, we can chill I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man [Hook]

Riding in my Caddy El Dorado on my gold things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered I don't answer when my phone rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane Oh bang [Hook 1: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) I'm on fire Rittz up in this bitch They should nickname me classic Driving that classic Cadillac I fashion it in traffic Bout' to drop a classic album Here's a classic song to match it Jordans on my feet I hit the gas and then I pass them Smell the weed I'm chiefing Had to crack the window gasping Cussing out my homie Cuz' he's ashing on the missus in the back I said you pushin it You almost burned a hole Right through the cushions in my pillow seats They padded like a mattress Million dollar motive Call me Jonny Global Funny I remember how it felt when I was local Now we travel coast to coast Spanish bitches holler "Hola!" When I'm in my Arizona Home It's candy coated LoLo When you ride in chrome or solid gold You gotta showboat In my Monte Carlo Bout' to valet park it up at Fogo Haters they can hate But they can't take away my mojo I took my lady home I hit the club and rolled up solo When I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Pimp Tight, M-J-G I thought I told you serious Not a joke A real juicy pussy Poke her, I Fifty-five driver Never in a disguise, a Real nigga for real 90's era survivor Keep hoes hoeing As long as the wind blowing As long as the friends going That's how you get ten going That's multiplication and communication at its best Power and pimpin My manipulation is the test For all of the ones who think they are the greatest Their popularity is sinking Cuz' there you go again thinking Now I done told y'all niggas Wanting to be the best You gotta learn from the best Cuz' we invented the rest Yeah me and my O-G's The Run D-M-C's E-P-M-D's Rakim's and Eric B.'s The Geto Boys The Bun B's and the Pimp C's You might [?] a trick But you can't charge these I'm gone like a drone High in the sky I'm behind the wheel But I feel like I fly Pulling up chromey Got some cookies on me Continue to keep cool with cops all around me It's hot as Tabasco Press on the gas slow Blew at an ugly bitch She had a whole bunch of ass though Creeping, bending corners Like I did in nine-six $1.50 a gallon for gas Used to be higher'n a bitch Ride all day Smoke all night And play some funky music I hope y'all like In the hood all good Kenwood with the woofers Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers Look at D is what they say When they see me When I be coasting They be asking me for weed Because they know that I be smoking Every day, all day Nigga 24/7 I give them a hit then split They be like "Give me more, Devin" But I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire I'm on fire (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) STRANGE MUSIC

Tęsknię za jutrem swojego cienia By już nie widział nikt Jak błądzę po zgliszczach własnego piekła Mam jeszcze osiem żyć Nim zniknę na zawsze tak jak i ty Ej, proszę nie marnuj już żadnej łzy (łooo) Tęsknię za jutrem swojego cienia By już nie widział nikt Jak błądzę po zgliszczach własnego piekła Mam jeszcze osiem żyć Nim zniknę na zawsze tak jak i ty Zaraz po ogniu zniknie i dym Gubię się cztery razy dziennie Mam apetyt na życie potem cały tydzień nie jem Wstaję cztery godziny, żeby popracować siedem Chce zwiedzać cały świat Tylko w swym pokoju zwierzeń Znowu muszę pobyć sam poczuć w sobie, chociaż siebie Zmieniam się co dnia Przez ambicje nie śpię i przez nie, nie mogę wstać Jestem tylko dzieckiem na zepsutym placu zabaw Jak bawię się zbyt dobrze, zawsze otworzy się rana Emocji autostrada Czuję się tylko dobrze, trzymając lewego pasa Ciągle muszę wyprzedzać i mijanych miny sprawdzać Nie mogę się zatrzymać, chociaż próbuje już lata Włożyłem w muzę serce Jak mam poczuć coś do świata? Podobno jestem blisko szczytu Ja wcale go nie widzę Działa na mnie to jak wirus W ciągłym strachu, że zawiodę ludzi kilku Którzy zaufali mimo, że znamy się tylko z głośników Ej, tylko z głośników Mimo, mimo Tylko z głośników Ej, tylko z głośnikow, ej Tęsknię za jutrem swojego cienia By już nie widział nikt Jak błądzę po zgliszczach własnego piekła Mam jeszcze osiem żyć Nim zniknę na zawsze tak jak i ty Ej, proszę nie marnuj już żadnej łzy (łooo) Tęsknię za jutrem swojego cienia By już nie widział nikt Jak błądzę po zgliszczach własnego piekła Mam jeszcze osiem żyć Nim zniknę na zawsze tak jak i ty Zaraz po ogniu zniknie i dym Muszę być ciągle silny Na sobie taki wyrok, a przecież jestem niewinny Nie zrozumiesz od razu, z innej lepili nas gliny W powietrzu tylko chaos gdy ktoś obok jest za miły Nie pokazuje ran, tylko tutaj je usłyszysz Pośrodku mojej dziczy Za głośno słyszę myśli Więc nienawidzę już ciszy Mam braki w DNA, a za mocno czuje czyny Może kiedyś pogadamy, chciałbym nie mówić już nigdy To za moje krzywdy, a to za moje blizny Kiedy to się skończy? Chciałbym wiedzieć przede wszystkim Póki co to robię tak jak mówi instynkt Chociaż nie zawsze ma rację, lepiej nie radzi nikt inny Parę słów rzuconych na szalę losu Nie boli mnie nic tak jak parę straconych osób Dlatego trudniej dziś być na trajektorii lotów W ciągłym oczekiwaniu czy mnie spotka jakiś podmuch Ej, ej, ej czy mnie spotka? Ej, czy mnie spotka jakiś podmuch? Ej, wiesz o co chodzi co nie? Ej, ej Tęsknię za jutrem swojego cienia By już nie widział nikt Jak błądzę po zgliszczach własnego piekła Mam jeszcze osiem żyć Nim zniknę na zawsze tak, jak i ty Ej, proszę nie marnuj już żadnej łzy (łoo) Tęsknię za jutrem swojego cienia By już nie widział nikt Jak błądzę po zgliszczach własnego piekła Mam jeszcze osiem żyć Nim zniknę na zawsze tak, jak i ty Zaraz po ogniu zniknie i dym

Kolejny... Kolejny... A jeśli to ostatni moment i więcej nie ma nic? Nie wiem skąd się tu wziąłem i nie wiem, gdzie mam iść Ostatni podmuch wiatru, ostatnia siła w żaglu Co jeśli nie nadejdzie już kolejny dzień? A jeśli to ostatni moment i więcej nie ma nic? Nie wiem skąd się tu wziąłem i nie wiem, gdzie mam iść Ostatni podmuch wiatru, ostatnia siła w żaglu Co jeśli nie nadejdzie już kolejny dzień? A jeśli to ostatni moment, nie będzie już dodatkowych wspomnień To nie jest osiem, lecz siadaj obok mnie Przytul się do mnie najmocniej Wszystko teraz będzie proste, bez cudzych opinii, spojrzeń Ostatni rachunek sumienia, od teraz wszystko będzie już dobrze Nic już nie będę zmieniać, nie chcę już ściemniać i nie odbieram Nie miej mi za złe, bo to już nieważne, zacznijmy wszystko od zera Zapomnijmy o starych błędach, zapomnijmy jak po skrętach Nowa muzyka i nowy wszechświat, to nowa droga do nowego miejsca A jeśli to ostatni moment i więcej nie ma nic? Nie wiem skąd się tu wziąłem i nie wiem, gdzie mam iść Ostatni podmuch wiatru, ostatnia siła w żaglu Co jeśli nie nadejdzie już kolejny dzień? A jeśli to ostatni moment i więcej nie ma nic? Nie wiem skąd się tu wziąłem i nie wiem, gdzie mam iść Ostatni podmuch wiatru, ostatnia siła w żaglu Co jeśli nie nadejdzie już kolejny dzień? Jeśli to ostatni moment To zrobiłem już wystarczająco i mogę się spokojnie pożegnać Jeśli to ostatni numer na ten album No to poszło, a scenariusz mi wyznaczy nowy deadline Jeśli mogę kiedykolwiek cofnąć się do czasów W których jeszcze tego bólu szczerze nie pamiętam To powtórzyłbym to wszystko jeszcze raz Wiedząc, ile czasu chwil na zakrętach, ej A jeśli to ostatnia prosta, by zgubić strach Nie błądząc po spalonych mostach, dociskam gaz I tam, gdzie wschodzi nasze słońce obieram tor By na chwilę przed naszym końcem zbadać horyzont A jeśli to ostatni moment i więcej nie ma nic? Nie wiem skąd się tu wziąłem i nie wiem, gdzie mam iść Ostatni podmuch wiatru, ostatnia siła w żaglu Co jeśli nie nadejdzie już kolejny dzień? A jeśli to ostatni moment i więcej nie ma nic? Nie wiem skąd się tu wziąłem i nie wiem, gdzie mam iść Ostatni podmuch wiatru, ostatnia siła w żaglu Co jeśli nie nadejdzie już kolejny dzień? Kolejny... Kolejny dzień... Kolejny... Kolejny dzień

1: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, Allah the merciful, the beneficent Curse over blessing, pray it be heaven sent Forgive me, my dirty deeds was desperate Fuck the government, I got my own deficit Death to me the only thing that's definite Money rule the world, but when you dead that shit's irrelevant Fingers numb from coka selling, no vote, but out for presidents Granny found my dope, I told her I would stop for selling it Nigga please -- she knew I was lying before I even spoke it Empty promises left them all broken She said "Jamel, I can tell your perspective out of focus You too obsessed with the liquor, bitches and weed smoking" A young nigga that's been thugging since the old days Promise I've done seen everything but old age Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase Promise I've done seen everything but old age Surviving off cold cuts and cold Spam Can't see eye to eye with my old man Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag We both despise the police, but he wore the same badge And as I child I admired that, now I wonder how He was a pig, but you was barely making 20 thou I guess that's why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now And I'm a crook and you crooked, that's all we got in common He chucked the deuce to my mama, so much for family bonding But how could something so destined to be just get demolished? Running through groupies and boppers, I guess I got it honest And honestly I know I'm out here fucking up Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts And seven bucks an hour wasn't good enough Cause seven days a week I'm living in a rush Seven days a week I'm living in a rush Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts And the money was the root to what the evil is It's mandatory for me to live I hustle harder than the next dude Remember, everybody is out to get you Niggas don't respect to live and let live So I pack a .40 caliber cause that's how shit is Out here, no fear, fuck feelings Trigger man rule, that's the art of drug dealing I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling No new friends, don't wanna talk about old business Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness With a bitch so thick she can't take no dick Imagine working grave-yard shifts Bossman steady talking that shit A million a day is for minimum wage Work a nigga like a slave 'til he put him in his grave Fred, I'm on the same page Seven days a week I'm living in a rush Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts

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