Freddie Gibbs - The Blow lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah n***a just, you know what i'm sayin', the king of, you know King of talkin' sh** Yeah, yeah (You don't know how far, you don't know how much, you don't go, when you f**in' with the blow) Yeah, we goin' Yeah, yeah yeah [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style Shout to Gazi, Arabic numbers in my Rollie down My baby said if I be faithful, she gone hold me down (Real sh**) I'm f**in' these hoes, I want it all like an only child About to take a trip, I got coke and dope on my grocery list Oxytocin pack, I be switchin' rackets like Djokovic Stood up on my deen, the machine ain't never promoted this Coldest n***a you ever heard on Ellen or Otis sh** (And you know this sh**) b**h, it's liquid golden when I'm over sh** (Yeah) I fill up the track like a Mr. T starter kit, spit the hardest sh** I should grow a muh f**in' mohawk and get a black van with a red stripe n***a say I got 'em for his weight, I shot him in his face That p**y boy was dead right (Dead right) It's just a freestyle, let a n***a breathe I don't know what's worse To have the IRS or have your baby mamas in a n***a's cheese Had to cut a couple b**hes off I guess they used to think that they was out a n***a league Ghostface, I got ice cream Russian, Puerto Rican, Black and Blackanese [Interlude: Curren$y] You don't know how far That sh** easier than writing You can go, how much Federal photographers You can grow, how far I don't know why the f** I wanted to say that, sh** You can go, when you f**in' with the blow [Verse 2: Curren$y] From a seven hundred square foot apartment Never claim to be the king of New Orleans Though my new castle one of the largest From helicopters, federal photographers takin' pictures My driveway full of Impalas and I'm not stoppin' for one minute If they really thought they knew somethin' They would've been came to come get me Not sayin' that they would've got me, though You copy, bro, I'm out of my hobby Desert dune-buggies and Kawasakis You gotta know to have fun with your money Young hustler, watch me Keep hittas around me 'Cause n***as be clownin', can't trust nobody It might be your partner that drop your body That sh** not shockin' I see it all the time, livin' in this wild world of crime Scribblin' lines on her mirror b**hes nose dive, who am I [Outro] You don't know how far You can go, how much you can grow, how far You can go, when you f**in' with the blow [Movie Interlude] You mean to tell me you guys have never snorted coke? Well, I always wanted to try, you know But you want to, right? Why not? It's great stuff, Albi A friend of mine just brought it over from California