Madlib - Bomb lyrics

[Produced by Madlib] [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Slammin Drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck Got 2 and a baby off my b**hes student loan check She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone s** Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later b**h I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato At the table, cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers Bet they try to make a play for the yay' as soon as they taste it The evasive black American Gangster, sinister, corner hugger Cuz seeing this n***a shine been annoying me like a muthaf**a This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me Forty fo' my closest homie, k** co*karoaches like Tony Got Montana money Newport 100 dipped in fluid, yo, I had to smoke it Pupils dilated like silver dollars, now we loc'ing Call it devilish how I do b**h f** these n***as talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings What? [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Rolling Pockets all swollen Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient? A split with 4 n***as, since I'm a go getter I think these s**ers p**y, I'ma merk the whole litter Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold n***a Got an ice maker for a heart, made n***a from the start Life is like a movie, all I did was play my f**in' part Cheffing up the crack, the h**n, and the weed a la carte I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a f**in' restaurant Cuz back when I was 12 threw some bells on a scale and I got a pager We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature What? [Verse 3: Raekwon] 28 days later we all getting fresh Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch My b**h half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed From living tough times with rough lemons, a gorgeous watch My team on a dreadful level, yo Yeah, we still getting money right Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight Getting fresh, just cooling, my b**h on my dick Ba boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip Clip in my pocket, my rocket I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up We real, all G, 75-hundred of us Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "we need more heat"