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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Madlib
Madlib
Programming
Thaddeus Matthews
Thaddeus Matthews
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Otis Jackson
Otis Jackson
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Producer
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Producer
Eothen Alapatt
Eothen Alapatt
Producer
Sidney "Speakerbomb" Miller
Sidney "Speakerbomb" Miller
Recording Engineer
Rich Gains
Rich Gains
Recording Engineer
Fabian Hummel
Fabian Hummel
Recording Engineer
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Representer Street niggas, I'm a representer East Gary, I'm a representer Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her Made it through the summer with no air conditioner Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million Windows tinted with the killer in my system More than weed and liquor in my system Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin' Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah) All my bitches got a situation (Yeah) County lockup or the police station (Yeah) We was in some shitty situations (Uh) 'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus 'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us Now they callin' me so they can open up I put you niggas on game Put some respect on my name Freddie Kane a livin' legend I hit a stain Cousin took two to the brain Bullets missed me, it's a blessing I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage I'm like Haha Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga) Yeah Representer Insane, I'm a representer VN, I'm a representer I'm a 20-2-12 representer What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine? You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you 'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning Young and thuggin', tryna check a million Windows tinted with the killer in my system More than weed and liquor in my system Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin' Necklace flooded, it's a situation All my bitches got a situation County lockup or the police station We was in some shitty situations 1989, I seen a nigga bleed Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees Turned the arcade to a stampede I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede Put me on some shit I never should've seen Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin' Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open From that moment I was West Coastin' Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers Did my re-up la famila with my cholo Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah) Obama got elected today, and I got arrested LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin' Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick When my daddy ran over Eddie with that Motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since Seen him transform to crackhead, "If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?" Nigga, damn Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday That I thought I would extend the holiday season And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday I don't give a shit about what you think about me I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'? I don't give a shit what you like I'm doing what is best for me I'm doing those things that makes me happy Those things that I think are positive with me And that's what you need to say to Anyone today who comes into your life Tryna bring negative shit into your life Tell 'em, "I don't give a shit" In fact, tell them, "If you not feedin' me, Financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit" In fact, go out on this holiday Get you some ribs, put it the grill And let's call it Fuck-A-Que Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday And not give a shit about what People have to say about you and your life This is your morning message from the cussing pastor Have a great day
Writer(s): Otis Lee Jr. Jackson, Fredrick Jamel Tipton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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