Freddie Gibbs - Eastside Moonwalker Lyrics
[Verse 1]Lifestyles of the insaneEastside thug niggaI’m the shit, you a shit-stainI let the boxframe switch lanesNot a pretty nigga, but I got some game for a ***** brainAnd I lay it on so thickCharge it all to a broad, heard a pimp nigga quote thisAnd I’m allergic to a broke *****I think I need my medicineI had to po up before I wrote thisAnd doing dirt will keep a nigga with a deep pocketDope fiends and the cluckheads keep shoppingSteady praying that the yayo keep clockingKeep a strap cuz the jackboys keep robbingGot me pulling up slowWhip another clip and put my pedal to the floorSlammin Cadillac doors, working wood like a proAss sit on nothing but that leather, whatcha knowHow ya livin nigga?Lifestyles of the insaneRoll the kill, pop a pill, crack a seal, I resist painNiggas looking for that big stainDirt weed, dog food, fine kush, niggas flip caineThink I lost my religionStepping on a pack, break em off in the kitchenChevy topped off with the chrome in the engineNiggas gotta floss, that’s the cost of this pimpinI’mma pull up slow[Hook]I’mma pull it up slowCandy paint dripping from my Cadillac doorI’mma pull it up slowI’mma pull it up slowRun up with the mask, put them hoes on the floorI’mma pull it up slowI’mma pull it up slowRun up with the mask, put them hoes on the floorI’mma pull it up slowI’mma pull it up slowCandy paint dripping from my Cadillac doorI’mma pull it up slow[Verse 2]It’s the money cut moonwalkerNightstalker, mother*****in white chalker, might’ve caught yaIn the streets with your pants downTell em call the paramedics, nigga man down, ease upIf ya thuggin get ya G’s upAnd never fake, never fraud, never fold, never freeze upA black mask, black tee’d upThe mother*****in dope game feed us, how ya livin nigga?And rest in peace to my mother*****in homeboyBut hold ya tears, he ain’t die, he just a *****boyYou might as well be a dead man in my eyes2-2-3 sucker free when I rideFreddie Kane, Freddie CorleoneSelling thangs to the smokers in the mobile homesA pack of backwoodsDirty styrofoam and a pocket full of stonesAnd my cadillac broham, Ima pull up slow[Hook]
