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lirik lagu freddie gibbs - shitsville

yeah (where’s my money b-tch?)
uhh

n-gg-z ain’t gon’ sh-t then get the f-ck up off the toilet stool
bent behind my tint as i commence to take these boys to school
don’t drive no yellow bus but i got mayonnaise and mustard
bold tires, gold wires on my chevrolet bucket
and now my transmission leakin and my rear-suspension squeakin
drop a rock off to my geeker, fix my sh-t man i’m out here creepin
twist that sh-t but i’m out here tweakin for that 20 twin twin
kick that sh-t in ’95 or watching (friday) with my friends
f-cked your b-tch in ninety-six hit that p-ssy for 6 minutes
said the d-ck was everything she envisioned on each visit
poppa kept his condoms in his bottom drawer they for his bottom ho
i stole that sh-t when i was out, i wonder if my momma know
i wonder if she found the dimes and nickels in my nike box
i wonder if she know her older brother like to light them rocks
i wonder if she able to get by if i get killed
tell her i was just knee deep in the sh-t, welcome to sh-tsville n-gg-

[chorus:]
you wake up every day and pray before you sleep, right?
you motherf-ckers just like me
you shed tears when you hurtin if i cut you then you bleed, right?
you motherf-ckers just like me
but b-tch you actin like your sh-t don’t stank – the sh-t’s real
b-tch you actin like your sh-t don’t stank – the sh-t’s real
i said you actin like the sh-t don’t stank – the sh-t’s real
b-tch you actin like the sh-t don’t stank – welcome to sh-tsville

yo, uhh; n-gg-z ain’t gon’ sh-t then get the f-ck up off the pizzot
got bowls of live in my living room like i was lennox
trapped a n-gg- and his wife up for his wallet and his wristw-tch
and they say i might do life in jail for kidnap, b-tch i did not
give a single solitary f-ck; i stand on all ten toes
one d-ck and two nuts – don’t do yayo or shoot up
but i went back and forth with some work done went threw a few plugs
this white devil society dare a n-gg- to do drugs
and dare yo -ss to deal ’em, distribute and conceal ’em
my n-gg-z don’t got no boats or no ports, how you think we get ’em?
crack was black america’s cup of coffee in the beginnin
when they crept up on you wiggers, you crackers couldn’t fight the feelin
motherf-ck euthanasia i’ll lace your food up with razors
make you gargle with salt water, excuse yourself from my table
i fathered these f-ck n-gg-z with fables; p-ssy i been real
good on any street, up sh-t’s creek, it’s sh-tsville n-gg-

[chorus]

cheat on your girl, your wife sneak out and f-ck hoes
you motherf-ckers just like me
drink all the liquor, blow weed, probably play wit’cha nose
you motherf-ckers just like me
i said you motherf-ckers just like me
i said you motherf-ckers just like me
i know you motherf-ckers just like me
you ain’t no better, ho you just like me
uhh…

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