TRUTH OR DARE - CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs

I know you're thinking 'bout my kiss You're staring at my lips, just tell me what you want from me (Tell me what you want from me) I know it 'cause I feel it, too But I need to hear the truth, yeah, tell me what you want from me (Tell me what you want from me) Take me to the bridge, lay me on the ground No more holding back now, time is running out Come on, baby, truth or dare? Truth or dare? Now that we're alone, show me who you are Tell me that you want me, take me in your arms Come on, baby, truth or dare? Truth or dare? Truth or dare? I'm daring you to cross the line I can't wait another night, just tell me what you want from me (Tell me what you want from me) And you're telling me that you're too shy And I see it in your eyes, so tell me what you want from me (Tell me what you want from me) Take me to the bridge, lay me on the ground No more holding back now, time is running out Come on, baby, truth or dare? Truth or dare? Now that we're alone, show me who you are Tell me that you want me, take me in your arms Come on, baby, truth or dare? Truth or dare? Truth or dare? I'm not a ghost love, just wanna lose control We could be so free, you and me I wanna feel the head rush, wanna feel your touch Baby, take me there, truth or dare? Truth or dare?

Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on the dance floor burnin' up Music turn it up Baby I'm real hot so Is it my turn to touch you? Look like you're buzzin on ex with 3D effects Baby you look like you have no clue Of what comes next Me and my dogs will be there Tell your girls prepare to share We'll play the dancin' truth or dare If someone's standin' there, stare say Hey baby what's your name? Don't stand lookin' insane Do you want to ride the train Welcome to the fast lane If you're in love beware 'Cause these people they don't care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare I am the one with the brightest hair Leather I don't care Baby I, don't ever want to take the shirt off That's my dare You got a girl but you touchin' me Like you don't care Baby you do you but just don't Get caught out there Me and my girls will be there Tell your boys prepare to share We'll play the dancin' truth or dare If someone's standin' there, stare say Hey baby what's your name? Don't stand lookin' insane Do you want to ride the train Welcome to the fast lane If you're in love beware 'Cause these people they don't care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare Come on, come on Baby shake it up Come on, come on Baby shake it up Come on, come on Baby shake it up Come on, come on Baby shake it up Man, I got ten surroundin' me, houndin' me Center of attention a riot it's bound to be Though I'm in the middle my jewels, you're bound to see In a pool of women, all of them drownin' me I'm ho hoppin', flip floppin', ho hoppin' Now her head in my lap boppin' I ain't one to care, I ain't used to fair Baby you can keep the truth choose the dare Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Yeah, yeah Me and my dogs will be there, tell your girls prepare to share Me and my girls will be there, tell your boys prepare to share We'll play the dancin' truth or dare If someone's standin' there, stare say Hey baby what's your name? Don't stand looking insane Do you want to ride the train Welcome to the fast lane If you're in love beware 'Cause these people they don't care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare Come on, come on Baby shake it up Come on, come on Baby shake it up Come on, come on Baby shake it up Come on, come on Baby shake it up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

Yeah, for sure nigga We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga For real Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us Back in '09, me and Lam, we was looking for a way out But ain't nobody wanna show us Riding 'round, selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo Must have sowed a whole O up And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a record deal or nothing I know you hate the fact that I'm so loyal to my street affiliation But my niggas need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' Willie and Diego need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' My nigga Butter, hit me for a pack, I'm out here thuggin' And now the DEA, they checking on me when I'm getting on a plane Double life, it got me ducking under covers I just wanna be legit man, shit man And every time I touch a dope, I say that this gon' be my last flip man I got a shorty that's willing to sell it for me She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle Creeping under streetlights as a night child My uncle still can't put the liquor or the pipe down Meanwhile, I'm in this kitchen, whipping up the white gal Plus, I got addictions of my own, boy The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy The Oxycontin and heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror saying "Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?" Smoking on some shit that I can't pass to a nigga Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga Down to kick in the door with .44 Mags to a nigga Got some habits I pray that I never pass to a nigga All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy And fuck police, 'cause they killing you and killing me Slanging and banging, my paper stay getting fatter So do Black lives matter when you're about to kill your enemy? I need to know it, drop that paper, boy, don't be heroic You'll get a trip to see your Jesus if you're reaching for it A real solid street nigga, never been extorted You pussy niggas shouldn't be living, should have been aborted It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded, nigga shouldn't be recorded Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah Yeah Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us (Dolo and the pour up) (Dolo and the-, dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up)

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

Dope game hard Rap game, rap game easy than a motherfucker Diamonds on my motherfucking neck and wrist You see this shit is breezy than a motherfucker I get broke than a bitch Put my feet all in the dope game Chilling in my granny basement Probably dreaming 'bout some cocaine On the phone cussing out my baby mama She hate it 'cause I hang out with the killers and the robbers Got a house in California and I flooded it with choppers Met my plug and got a duffle bag of dope at Benihanas Taught my youngins how to wrap it up and pack and do it proper Took 'em shopping, got the car squatting down on Forgiatos You ain't fucking, you a friend zone nigga, you a Roger Freddie Kane still hang with the killers and the robbers 30 shots in the FN, fuck nigga Why you got a chopper, and you scared to bust nigga? Some nigga tried to kill me, man, it's hard to trust niggas But my momma raised a drug dealer, not a fuck nigga I just, I just a hit a lick up at the motherfucking brown house Hit a nigga for a half a brick of Lil Bow Wow Came in with them motherfuckers they can lay them all down Hit a nigga for a half a brick of Lil Bow Wow, yeah-yeah Dope game hard Rap game, rap game easy than a motherfucker Diamonds on my motherfucking neck and wrist You see this shit is breezy than a motherfucker I get broke than a bitch Put my feet all in the dope game Chilling in my granny basement Probably dreaming 'bout some cocaine Dope game, fuck nigga Why you got a chopper, and you scared to bust nigga? Some nigga tried to kill me, man it's hard to trust niggas But my momma raised a drug dealer, not a fuck nigga I just, I just hit a lick and bought a motherfucking car lot Foreign things, old school, nigga pull them all out Pull up in some shit that blow the motherfucking wall out Foreign things, old school, nigga pull them all out I'm a Pitbull at the stove with the raw, dog Got him bending corners with the hard and the soft ball Neighbors at my momma door, he say he wanna talk, dog Everyday buy a bag of hard and the soft ball I just, I just hit a lick on some Dominicans in Nap town Had 'em pissed, I'm working from New York and laid 'em all down Got 'em for some yayo and a brick of Lil Bow Wow E-S to the G-N, man, these niggas 'bout to bow down, yeah, yeah Dope game hard Rap game, rap game easy than a motherfucker Diamonds on my motherfucking neck and wrist You see this shit is breezy than a motherfucker I get broke than a bitch Put my feet all in the dope game Chilling in my granny basement Probably dreaming 'bout some cocaine Dope game, fuck nigga Why you got a chopper, and you scared to bust nigga? Some nigga tried to kill me, man it's hard to trust niggas But my momma raised a drug dealer, not a fuck nigga I just, I just a hit a lick up at the motherfucking brown house Hit a nigga for a half a brick of Lil Bow Wow Came in with them motherfuckers they can lay them all down Hit a nigga for a half a brick of Lil Bow Wow, yeah-yeah

When I hit you up I'm talking about bangin' something Chill off in your crib and have a thing Probably make it stank or something Girl, you like my bottom bitch Post my bail, pay for my lawyer Play your position when them other hoes get out of order When you wanna give me that-? You purchase a plane ticket Run around town, when I bust her down They want shit like them lames did it Got her dick whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick Basically if this bitch lay with me She payin' me, I'm on some pimp shit, for real It's 2 a.m., club was 'bout to close up Thumbing through my contacts 'Bout to call one of my hoes up Then I met you, kicked game And followed you to the breakfast spot Fucked you like I married you that night up in the Marriott Scream like you got your cherry popped Fucking, switching up positions Thought this shit would never stop Motherfuck the intermission, damn Here we go again When I hit you up I'm talking about bangin' something Chill off in your crib and have a thing Probably make it stank or something Girl, you like my bottom bitch Post my bail, pay for my lawyer Play your position when them other hoes get out of order When you wanna give me that-? You purchase a plane ticket Run around town, when I bust her down They want shit like them lames did it Got her dick whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick Basically if this bitch lay with me She playin' me, I'm on some pimp shit, for real It's 2 a.m., club was 'bout to close up Thumbing through my contacts 'Bout to call one of my hoes up Then I met you, kicked game And followed you to the breakfast spot Fucked you like I married you that night up in the Marriott Scream like you got your cherry popped Fucking, switching up positions Thought this shit would never stop Motherfuck the intermission, damn Damn, damn, damn... Smoke 'em Here we go again Yeah, here goes Damn, damn, damn...