Freddie Gibbs - Eastside Moonwalker lyrics

rate me

Lifestyles of the insane

East side nigga, I’m the shit, you the shit stain

I let the boss ring switch lanes

Not a pretty nigga for it, I got some gang full of peach brains

And I lay it on so deep

Turn it up to a broad, heard a pimp nigga broke this

And I’mma let it to a broke piece

I think I need my medicine, I had to throw it ‘fore this

Nigga throwing dirty, keep a nigga with a deep pocket

Dope fiends in the closed casket

Shopping, steady bringing at the gate, keep locking

Keep it strapped because that boys keep robbing

Got me put enough slow, prickling of the cripple, put my pedal to the floor

Let me count in that dough, looking good like a pro

Ass sit on nothing but that leather, what you know, how you living nigga?

Lifestyles of the insane

Blow the key up, pop a pill, crack a seal, drop a six bang

Niggas looking for their bee sting

Their weed, dog food, crack this, niggas with cane

Think I’ve lost my new ditch, sipping on the back, break ‘em off in the ditch

Sitting top floor with the chrome and the itch

Nigga gotta floss that’s the cost of this vigil

I’mma pull off slow, I’mma pull off slow

Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though

I’mma pull off slow, I’mma pull off slow

Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor

I’mma pull off slow, I’mma pull off slow

Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor

I’mma pull off slow, I’mma pull off slow

Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though

I’mma pull off slow

Wake up, moonwalker, night stalker, motherfucking white chalker, might caller

In the streets put your pants down, tell ‘em call a paramedic, nigga, man down

Ease up with your thugging, get your Gs up

Never faint, never fall, never fall, never freeze up

Black ass, black TD, motherfucking dope gang feed us

How you living nigga?

Send some peace to my motherfucking home boy

But hold your tears, ain’t right, so fuck this

You might as well be a dead man in my eyes

Shoot two, sucker free when I ride, Freddie gang, Freddie Corleone

Sell your things to the smokers in them mobile home

I’m tracking back wheel, dirty Styrofoam and a pocket full of stones in my Cadillac chrome

I’mma pull off slow, I’mma pull off slow, bitch

Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though

I’mma pull off slow, I’mma pull off slow

Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor

I’mma pull off slow, I’mma pull off slow

Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor

I’mma pull off slow, I’mma pull off slow

Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though

I’mma pull off slow