Freddie Gibbs - Keep It On the Real (ESGN Mix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Straight slammin', thuggin' in the East Bay Only smoke Northern Cali you know how we play I treat this music like dope and toss it like free yay' Chop it like rock and then serve it up to the DJ Gangsta Gibbs baby, hard narcotic crazy Wishing I could go back in time and get some dope from the eighties That Freddie Kane, Freddie Soprano, the Felix Mitchell flow Reefer got me right, dirty sprite with ice is the ritual My b**h in San Francisco, she be twisted off a thizzle Want to have my son or daughter, I started these instrumentals b**h I shoot out to LA with like fifty pounds in the rental Them grams landing, my hand cannon shoot baby missile? God dammit I'm gat packing, I'm from the crack planet Chirp service, funerals, graduations, them gats handed God dammit I'm gat packing, I'm from the crack planet Fifty K of Fives, tens, twenties in my Craftmatic