Текст песни Freeway - Free
Freeway - Free слова песни
[Freeway]Okay, I see where y`all goinOkay, aight dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay..Yeah, I got you blazed...holla!Uh! Yeah!Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in oneThis dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to tenIn other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be freeMan, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can`t get outAnd he lose a couple pounds and his skin get paleAnd he`s sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you knowFreeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the sameAnd if they had bail, homey, they`d be outBut they don`t so they sittin for a minuteThat`s the price of the game when you in itYour freedom get strippin awayThese niggas came through my hood with the ninesMy man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it aroundSame day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?Free! That`s right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tightHomer and Joe we get it down, open your mailRead your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyziesNigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girlFuck kiss, get orgiesOne clip`ll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beefShootin out with Free you gon` need a four leafBut Freeway ain`t all about the dramaI seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melonsAnd leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt JemimaFuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain`t FreeGimme the kees, y`all niggas is bitchinPackage it up, I`m out with the breezeIn and out of lanes until I get where I`m goinThat`s how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain`t freeYou can get shot in your faceNot payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deezGotta be on point movin ya work by them benchesThat`s how I got my change, famAin`t a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean planTo get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich manI`mma play Joe Clark when it`s hardly normFree! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on EI can get ya chick on ESee through her dress, get the addressGive her the F, pass her to EThey say the best things in life are free, but I can`t tellI gotta pay for all the food that I take inAnd gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhaleThat`s why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my menY`all dudes freelance, play for any teamDon`t stand for nothin then you fall for anythingTurn on your voice soon as you get any cheersBut it`s cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are freeGettin played and haters screamin my name ain`t meGettin paid and changin the game is meThat`s why I keep a gatt in the tuckThat rip through ya bean, y`all niggas mad cuz y`all ain`t FreeLook, I focus and aim, listen to bullOne verse can fuck up the gameKick in a door, icier chainClean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain`t freeUsed to get work hard couldn`t cook softMy homey remain anonymous, looked up to DAnd you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reefBut the game`s sold not told, it ain`t free