Freddie Gibbs - Eastside Moonwalker lyrics

Lifestyles of the insane East side n***a, I'm the sh**, you the sh** stain I let the boss ring switch lanes Not a pretty n***a for it, I got some gang full of peach brains And I lay it on so deep Turn it up to a broad, heard a pimp n***a broke this And I'mma let it to a broke piece I think I need my medicine, I had to throw it 'fore this n***a throwing dirty, keep a n***a with a deep pocket Dope fiends in the closed casket Shopping, steady bringing at the gate, keep locking Keep it strapped because that boys keep robbing Got me put enough slow, prickling of the cripple, put my pedal to the floor Let me count in that dough, looking good like a pro Ass sit on nothing but that leather, what you know, how you living n***a? Lifestyles of the insane sponsored links Blow the key up, pop a pill, crack a seal, drop a six bang n***as looking for their bee sting Their weed, dog food, crack this, n***as with cane Think I've lost my new ditch, sipping on the back, break 'em off in the ditch Sitting top floor with the chrome and the itch n***a gotta floss that's the cost of this vigil I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow n***a pain dripping from my Cadillac, though I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow n***a pain dripping from my Cadillac, though I'mma pull off slow Wake up, moonwalker, night stalker, motherf**ing white chalker, might caller In the streets put your pants down, tell 'em call a paramedic, n***a, man down Ease up with your thugging, get your Gs up Never faint, never fall, never fall, never freeze up Black a**, black TD, motherf**ing dope gang feed us How you living n***a? Send some peace to my motherf**ing home boy But hold your tears, ain't right, so f** this You might as well be a dead man in my eyes Shoot two, s**er free when I ride, Freddie gang, Freddie Corleone Sell your things to the smokers in them mobile home I'm tracking back wheel, dirty Styrofoam and a pocket full of stones in my Cadillac chrome I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow, b**h n***a pain dripping from my Cadillac, though I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow n***a pain dripping from my Cadillac, though I'mma pull off slow