Menace II Society

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Slammin', Freddie pull up in some '84 shit Wrote this flow while smoking on dope, so call me the dopest Crush these niggas feelings, then come right back in some mo shit Different colors diamonds, I'm about to stunt on my old bitch And slide out... Black Macs and Cadillacs when we ride out Man these bitches gon' stay attached when I slide out We relax and take 'em back to my hideout Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out Black Macs and Cadillacs when we ride out Man these bitches gon' stay attached when I slide out We relax and take 'em back to my hideout Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out East Gary Indiana, bitch I'm puttin on Get my weed out on the west cause that's my second home Before you try to check a nigga, check out who you checkin on Robbing on my resume, bitch I'm invading homes Niggas call me Freddie Forgiato, I'm on low pros Can't be sleepin on these streets, bitch it's no doze Shouts out to the gang bangers, cain slingers flippin o's Piru's, Hoover's, 8-tre's and 6-O's Ride out Plenty bitches got em undressin in my hideout Bet she wishing I got her pregnant once I slide out All my bitches is perfect 10s, nigga dime'd out Keep it goin until her baby daddy find out Keep a weapon, I'm never stressin Shout out to G Malone, Jay Rock and 211 The peoples say my potna's is killers, menaces, dope dealers Gangsta Gibbs, just a neighborhood thug nigga [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs (& Polyester the Saint)] Ride out... Black macs and cadillacs when we ride out Man these bitches gon' stay attached when I slide out We relax and take em back to my hideout Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out (How about you and I Hit the sky Let's take a ride Come on let's go) Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Gold D's and purple trees, let me fire up Red Bull and Grey Goose til we wired up She tell me she wanna see me, but I'm tied up Shit I got a personal driver, put ya ride up Yeah, a nigga shooting them dice, put ya five up Say what we doin tonight, make ya mind up Look I got this lil Cristal to get you out of them drawers I'mma keep it raw After I do hit, I'm probably never'll call on some rap shit Yeah I used to work at the mall on some black shit Selling these hoes clothes, I'm a mack bitch Can't you tell in my flows? Gold rings on, Chanel Platinum all in her nose That's my theme song And you can't play the homies cause the team's strong Girl we can't do nothin with them jeans on, on So let them legs slide out [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs (& Polyester the Saint)] Ride out... Black macs and cadillacs when we ride out Man these bitches gon' stay attached when I slide out We relax and take em back to my hideout Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out (How about you and I Hit the sky Let's take a ride Come on let's go) Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out Big stacks, give me the racks when I ride out You and I Hit the sky Let's take a ride Come on let's go