Freeway Jam

歌詞

[Freeway] Okay, I see where y'all goin Okay, 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 one This dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to ten In other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be free Man, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can't get out And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale And he's sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you know Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out But they don't so they sittin for a minute That's the price of the game when you in it Your freedom get strippin away These niggas came through my hood with the nines My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga? Free! That's right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl Fuck kiss, get orgies One clip'll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef Shootin out with Free you gon' need a four leaf But Freeway ain't all about the drama I seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melons And leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin Package it up, I'm out with the breeze In and out of lanes until I get where I'm goin That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free You can get shot in your face Not payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches That's how I got my change, fam Ain't a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean plan To get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich man I'mma play Joe Clark when it's hardly norm Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E I can get ya chick on E See through her dress, get the address Give her the F, pass her to E They say the best things in life are free, but I can't tell I gotta pay for all the food that I take in And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my men Y'all dudes freelance, play for any team Don't stand for nothin then you fall for anything Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers But it's cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free Gettin played and haters screamin my name ain't me Gettin paid and changin the game is me That's why I keep a gatt in the tuck That rip through ya bean, y'all niggas mad cuz y'all ain't Free Look, I focus and aim, listen to bull One verse can fuck up the game Kick in a door, icier chain Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain't free Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft My homey remain anonymous, looked up to D And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef But the game's sold not told, it ain't free