Piñata (feat. Domo Genesis, G-Wiz, Casey Veggies, Sulaiman, Meechy Darko, Mac Miller)
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib
Hip-Hop
10,895
制作
出演艺人
Freddie Gibbs
声乐
Madlib
节拍
Casey Veggies
声乐
Domo Genesis
声乐
G-Wiz
声乐
Mac Miller
声乐
Meechy Darko
声乐
Sulaiman
声乐
作曲和作词
Freddie Gibbs
作曲
Madlib
词曲作者
Casey Jones
词曲作者
Demetri Simms
词曲作者
Dominique Cole
词曲作者
Fredrick Tipton
词曲作者
Glenn Browder
词曲作者
Malcolm McCormick
词曲作者
Otis Jackson
词曲作者
Sulaiman Shabazz
词曲作者
制作和工程
Madlib
制作人
Eothen Alapatt
制作人
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
制作人
Dave Cooley
母带工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
Live like 9-5, my rhyming come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, wish you could buy time
But it's my time
Thoughts against I, blasphemy
It's like a vice crime
[Verse 2]
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I get equally back in my right mind
I'm getting lethal, with these nice lines
Creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief off in the night time
[Verse 3]
Young doms, none of you **** correspond, bitch
Kick the fuck out of the tracks, some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, **** I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good no more, y'all on your con shit
Fuck is your conscience
Testing me is nonsense
The whole city is mine
I'm the best up in my conference
Ain't feeling me, fine
I don't listen to my shit
You can hear about me from the critics all on my dick
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I've been thugging since the motherfucking ten speed
Redbone on my handlebars, I like my bitches mixed breed
Feel the Philly tighten with a 20 sack of stress weed
Educated at the stove I'm working recipes
Reputation say I'm robbing just for recreation
Revive my enemy with gun-to-mouth resuscitation
Can't wait tell this pussy **** pay me, I'm impatient
Let's go kick in their door, strip them naked, leave them stinking
No witness, no weapon, my ****
The case is over
The reaper snatched 'em, close casket
His family needs some closure
And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points
Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint
Staring at my future in my rear view
Family cried some tears, I got some years, it ain't no issue
Momma with a tissue
Saw her breaking down, she just might cry a river
Murder one, she can't believe she raised that type of ****
[Verse 5]
I tried to do right but it only got your boy
Fucked in the game
So I changed my mind now I'm back on this grind
Trying to get this change
**** hate to see me gettin it
Travel in packs, with a red dot
Pointed at your knot, trying to get what you got
When the rain and the pain gonna stop
Standing on the porch, early no shoes
Selling blow in my socks
Now I was watching from the ghetto bird
Ain't got no money for college
So all I know is how to sack and how to serve
I'll be damned if I miss another lick for the chips
Got me stacking, almost splurging on weed, syrup and, whips
**** around my way be loving it
I'm Cadillac'ing, blowing good alligators with the belts to match
I gotta house with an ounce to match
Bust it down, get back
Hopefully maybe get the clique out the trap
I need dough like a bread baker
24/7, got ready on the turf player
All day
[Verse 6]
Make 'em hop in the new coupe
**** been winning, ain't nothing new
Forgive me for the sinning, that they doing in this business
Not using their words to express truth
Out in the streets with a screw loose
On the west side I got the juice
Just tell me what your trying to do
She loving the crew and ain't fucking with you
I go where the hood **** get into it
I go where the bad girls go shop
Every window tinted but the roof top
That money I'll just spend to get you shot
Can they be hating, they got no reason
Right where they got me, the place I delete 'em
We kicking on weaklings just for their secrets
I can't believe the shit that I'm seeing
I'm hearing words, doing my reading
It's really absurd, not enough leaders
The shit that they feed ya, is just what your eating
They call me young veggies, I make it go green
[Verse 7]
I smash your teeth, the fuck are you saying?
You got the candies **** is spraying
To get away and take over the land, yeah
[Verse 8]
My mind on capital
I'm not just rapping dude
I'm out to speak actual factual
Watch how a master moves
You ball a fist what that gonna do
I'm from a city clapping fools
You off the tit and lacking while watching me fashion stools
Shitting styles
You never had a hotline that I didn't dial
Little princes always try to fit a bigger crown
But don't forget I sit amidst some season gents
Cause bitches knowing he a pimp
Ain't even need to read the blimp
It was a good day, good day to O'Shea
A death certificate for anyone who lay in my way
You best revisit all the tombstones that lay in my wake
Me being knowledge, be honest
You seen the prophet get sacrificed by the ops
It get ratchet, when rachets out and they firing
Residue on pinatas, wonder what's up inside of them
It sure ain't no Vicodin, 'cause it up and excited 'em
But they ain't get high enough
If you ain't succeed ****, buy again and try again
[Verse 9]
It's the irrational type of ****
Did John Madden tackle you?
Steal your car keys and crash your coupe in the botanical
Wrap you with shackles, tangle you
Pull from every angle, dismantle you
Watch your blood mixed with mud stain, and gravel too
Grab and shoot, rib cage open like a parachute
Close range, switchblade
Poke 'em if it's personal
Blood stains, gold fangs, mask on, no traits
Murder one, closed case
Stolen whip, no plates
Half a body in the trunk
Got to prison, no way
Speed off the Brooklyn bridge
Before I catch a cold case
Realize I'm the voice of those who do not have a voice
So I voice my fucking voice
I don't have a fucking choice
Cold blooded these ****, well I hope you got insurance
Shotgun and shorty leave 'em like a pulling in my joint
Barrels smoking like Red Auerbach
Still can't believe I'm getting fed on rap
I don't know what's louder, the pack or the gat
[Verse 10]
My endorphins are morphin', absorbin' energy
Original copy, A Tale of Two Cities gets read to me
Reading Emerson novels, eating some Belgian waffles
Some powder go up my nostrils
My dick going down her tonsils
Whats up? Playing with a abacus
I've been stressing like Catholics
That's the shit, a bit of that happiness in my cup
This generation corrupt
These people brainwashed with evil
My music is more cerebral
Exploring just what you need to
So this your exodus, church of the Methodist
Beating up the pussy, have her screaming like a exorcist
[Verse 11]
Absorb it through your pores, the lord with horns
A world war
Whores are more hors d'oeuvre when it's a world tour
O'Doyle rules
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, Madlib
