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1995
30,416
투어 중
Hip-Hop
1995은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 7월 25일일에 Freddie Gibbs and Alchemist에서 발매되었습니다.Alfredo 2
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앨범Alfredo 2
발매일2025년 7월 25일
라벨Freddie Gibbs and Alchemist
언어English
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발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM74

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
작사가 겸 작곡가
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
프로듀서
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
믹싱 엔지니어
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
마스터링 엔지니어
Thurston “Thurst Mgurst” McCrea
녹음 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]
It's the way God planned it
Ho, you can't stand it, we don't die, we multiply like rabbits
Ran back like an addict
Took the high road on ****, I'm riding overpasses
Nothing in your catalogue classic, you shaqting like Thanasis
Godfather Kane, I turned these sons to bastards
Belt to ass like Joseph Jackson
No relaxin', wrapping **** in plastic
[Chorus]
Yeah
It's alright if they wanna start that shit, yeah
Yeah
It's alright, 'cause I'ma talk my shit, yeah
Bitches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah
Yeah, yeah, **** hatin'
[Verse 2]
But I'm still gonna be out there slammin'
Had to come back for the sequel, ain't no equal
Riggs and Murtaugh, this shit lethal
Plucking the feathers off this eagle, when I chef it
Got that girl and stripped her naked
Put that bitch right back together
Make that ho come back with extra
I'm the Barksdale of my section
Nah, I'm the Marlo of my section
Bitch, my history ain't no mystery
Boy, your bars is under question, under review, nothing new
Another crew of Freddie clones
I put more **** on this field than Jerry Jones
Leave that man alone, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
It's alright if they wanna talk that shit, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I heard that ****'ll never walk right, bitch, yeah
Yeah, uh
Bitches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah
Yeah, yeah
**** hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah
[Verse 3]
**** hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah
Seats was gravy, the DeVille was all white, yeah
We smash like mashed potatoes, tax evaders
Shout my brother, Hanni, I just made like 1.5 in Asia
Yeah
[Verse 4]
Man, this shit crazy how a **** done went from nick rocks to wet whip
Gen Pop to Netflix, yeah
I was in the cell, making up a set list, for my next show, for my next lick
I was suicidal with a death wish, yeah, uh
If I flew her out, it was a sex trip, now, my baby mama 'bout to set trip
I don't give a shit, these **** ain't with the shit
These **** ain't livin' it
'03, I was selling reggie in a box Chevy on spinners, bitch
Got a Dope Boy Certificate
I'm from the East Side Crime Syndicate, straight thugged out
You a cartoon, thug-nificent, but I broke the mold
Made her crack the safe, only time I broke the code
**** be twice as rich, if it wasn't for clothes, alcohol, and hoes, yeah
I want the dope, alcohol and hoes
Gotta stop tricking on every Ruby and Amber Rose, yeah
I'm still in my prime, I've seen these hoes get old
No shoulder left to cry on, ho, my shoulder's cold
It's what you chose, yeah
[Chorus]
Oh
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?
I said no
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?
[Verse 5]
Yeah, this the way God planned it
Bitch, understand it, we don't die
We multiply just like rabbits, you shaqting like Thanasis
With the fetti thick like molasses, I'm out here stacking cabbage
Bitch, I'm coming right at you, put on your 3-D glasses, uh
[Verse 6]
No Ticketmaster, we ain't giving passes
Buy all the front row tickets to your show and make that shit disastrous
Yeah, ****
Shoot up the front and get them bitches cancelled
Hold your whole career for ransom, money call, you scared to answer, yeah
[Verse 7]
I know you **** thought I was scared to answer back
These hip-hop cops is on my sack, I've really been plotting on my attack
**** really don't want no smoke, they want that clout shit off the bat
Man, this rap beef shit is corny now
I'd rather not be attached
To none of these lame ass ****
You can't do another interview without the Kane Train getting mentioned
Knock a **** off with this bulldog, fuck switches and extensions
Send a salmon back in your fanny pack, ho, you sleeping with the fishes
Piss on you bitches
[Chorus]
Oh
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?
I said no
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?
[Outro]
Yeah, let's go
I'm back, bitch
50 in the clip
Yeah
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist
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