Freddie Gibbs - Saturday Night Special lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] Gold thangs on a bar of soap Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Eastside Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ladada-dada, dada, dada Uh, yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] And that Rolls Royce float Clean, like I put a set of gold things on a bar of soap What's in every bar? Another motivational quote While these n***as going through phases I never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement This is preservation of the vibe Never let them forget the time Well they say you was a rapper You fasho had to know how to rhyme I keep my pa**port close, 'cause it eases my mind (eases my mind) [Interlude] It's a shame what they did to it Now the rap just don't go that same route When they take rawness away, just Just they make it too pretty [Verse 1 Continued: Curren$y] I'm feelin' trapped on this revolvin' land mine That could blow at any minute Saturday night special with one bullet in the chamber And six cylnders spinnin' Russian Roulette, the American Dream could be your d**h Or it could be everything [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] It's M.O.B. everything Back in '03 had Gucci seats, I put Gs on everything Made matrimony with this game I got c**aine when it rains Them n***as taxin' for the nina They want like ten and some change I got my tears and my pain I got my balls and my girl And I ain't breakin' that sh** for a n***a or b**h That sh** is absurd I'm controversial with these verbs Like Christopher Wallace with words Felix Mitchell with birds Malcolm X with the perm n***a [Interlude] Freddie Gibbs; I heard the name, but I didn't know Like, I didn't know how good he was It was after the photoshoot After I had already shook hands with him and met him I told him this when I seen him again, too, out in LA I was like, yo, I was like, yo, I ain't even know, like, you really good [Verse 2 Continued: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah b**h hit my line said she wanna go eat and drink and smoke and sh** (Goofy b**h) Before I hung up, I said call me when you want some dick (Want some dick) I'll never go broke in this game I'll charge it on a b**h (Charge it on a b**h) So, my family and my kids will never want for sh** Stuck in a cell with no windows but I got a pot to piss Smokin' that dope on a daily f**ed up the probation, I gotta go drop some piss Hope in a truck, and I throw on that Twista Adrenaline Rush on some mobster sh** Even when n***as was broke We made it look rich, b**h, I'ma optimist My presence'll f** up your confidence Freaky b**hes, I'm they confidant Trappin' out of muh f**as rappers, slappin' these Poppadoc RZA with the zippers, official men chop it off the block Once I made an M, I ain't give a f** if I popped a knot And I can't swim, a n***a ain't never had dreams of coppin' yachts But I kowabunga, servin' that p**y at a thousand knots Rest in peace to Rup Tale Jesus, I need a billion bucks Goon with the balloon, ain't no helium, but I sealed him up Feel the rush