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lirik lagu curren$y, freddie gibbs & the alchemist – the blow

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[intro]
yeah, yeah
n-gg- just, you know what i’m sayin’, the king of, you know
king of talkin’ sh-t
yeah, yeah
(you don’t know how far, you don’t know how much, you don’t go, when you f-ckin’ with the blow)
yeah, we goin’
yeah, yeah yeah

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
shout to gazi, arabic numbers in my rollie down
my baby said if i be faithful, she gone hold me down (real sh-t)
i’m f-ckin’ these hoes, i want it all like an only child
about to take a trip, i got c-ke and dope on my grocery list
oxycontin pack, i be switchin’ rackets like djokovic
stood up on my demon, the machine ain’t never promoted this
coldest n-gg- you ever heard on alan or otis sh-t
(and you know this sh-t)
b-tch, it’s liquid golden when i’m over sh-t (yeah)
i fill up the track like a mr. t starter kit, spit the hardest sh-t
i should grow a muh f-ckin’ mohawk and get a black van with a red stripe
n-gg- say i got ’em for his weight, i shot him in his face
that p-ssy boy was dead right (dead right)
it’s just a freestyle, let a n-gg- breathe
i don’t know what’s worse
to have the irs or have your baby mamas in a n-gg-’s cheese
had to cut a couple b-tches off
i guess they used to think that they was out a n-gg- league
ghostface, i got ice cream
russian, puerto rican, black and blackanese

[interlude: curren$y]
you don’t know how far
that sh-t easier than writing
you can go, how much
federal photographers
you can grow, how far
i don’t know why the f-ck i wanted to say that, sh-t
you can go, when you f-ckin’ with the blow

[verse 2: curren$y]
from a seven hundred square foot apartment
never claim to be the king of new orleans
though my new castle one of the largest
from helicopters, federal photographers takin’ pictures
my driveway full of impalas and i’m not stoppin’ for one minute
if they really thought they knew somethin’
they would’ve been came to come get me
not sayin’ that they would’ve got me, though
you copy, bro, i’m out at mojave
desert, dune-buggies and kawasakis
you gotta know to have fun with your money
young hustler, watch me
keep hittas around me
’cause n-gg-s be clownin’, can’t trust n-body
it might be your partner that drop your body
that sh-t not shockin’
i see it all the time, livin’ in this wild world of crime
scribblin’ lines on her mirror
b-tches nose dive, who am i

[outro]
you don’t know how far
you can go, how much you can grow, how far
you can go, when you f-ckin’ with the blow

[movie interlude]
you mean to tell me you guys have never snorted c-ke?
well, i always wanted to try, you know
but you want to, right? why not?
it’s great stuff, alvy
a friend of mine just brought it over from california