Grams & Goldchains

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle, Kid]

Fatass kids

Uncle Nipsey

What?

Can you tell us a bedtime story?

A bedtime story?

Please?

Shit alright alright

Now listen up, y'all lay down

Uh, it was Saturday night

Here we go

[Chorus]

Off the roof, cliqué, I see thangs

Then I spit it, like "What did he say?"

Styles I display, you need pay?

My gold is grams and gold chains

We ride on leather and chrome thangs

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain (What did he say?)

I said "My gold is grams and gold chains

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain" (What did he say?)

And we ridin' off leather and chrome thangs

Speedin' past you in the slow lane

[Verse 1]

Okay, I hopped on the 105 Westbound

Comin' for watch, takin' my ex down

Headed toward the hood for my next round

It was a Saturday night

Feelin' myself like tweetin', how I shine under street lights

My beat tight, like two 12s in my trunk

With my seat back under black tint and a blunt in my mouth, finna light it

Finnicky, feel excited, swerved over two lanes tryna reach for my lighter

Heard sirens like...

Look in the mirror, seen the deputy sheriff, a white man

He was definitely starin' like...

Then I hit the lane, no blinker

Cut down my speakers

Crack my window, all you smelt was the reefer

He hopped out, walked up, asked "Was it stolen?"

Asked "Was I high?"

Then he asked "Was I holdin'?"

I blew smoke in his face and kept rollin'

[Chorus]

Off the roof, cliqué, I see thangs

Then I spit it, like "What did he say?"

Styles I display, you need pay?

My gold is grams and gold chains

We ride on leather and chrome thangs

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain (What did he say?)

I said "My gold is grams and gold chains

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain" (What did he say?)

And we ridin' off leather and chrome thangs

Speedin' past you in the slow lane

[Verse 2]

Now my foot to the floor, tryna do a buck 20

I exit on west and then she hit me 'round century like "What up?"

I said "I'm busy, call me back"

Just put my bottle on ice and fins this bagging up the half

You backin' up that ass when I see ya

Promise I'll beat it 'till ya creamin' how you goin' half on my re-up?

And that's the truth, but you burnin' my boots

Hung up the phone when I pass Jesse Owens

Then I hit Manchester, to the left, a regal with four people all lookin' suspect

They must've recognized me goin' ten

I seen 'em, reach in the backseat and pull out the black heat

On my right was a crash car, I'm inbetween 'em

They couldn't see 'em 'till the light changed and I smashed all

They had they guns on 'em and it was sig

Johnny shot 'em all dead before the light turned red

[Chorus]

Off the roof, cliqué, I see thangs

Then I spit it, like "What did he say?"

Styles I display, you need pay?

My gold is grams and gold chains

We ride on leather and chrome thangs

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain (What did he say?)

I said "My gold is grams and gold chains

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain" (What did he say?)

And we ridin' off leather and chrome thangs

Speedin' past you in the slow lane

[Verse 3]

Then I had to stop at the liquor store for Cognac and condoms

Been hitting more bitches than Laila Ali and hardly on the low, my hoes they know

Same block, different dope, let the game unfold

Took a left on gage, then spray Issey Miyake

My shit smellin' like hot cock and cold sachis

Let's play in the game sloppy, my mexican mami call me papi

Tattoo my name on her right besquat me

She say she love me, that she got me

But if she ever caught me cheatin', she'd pop me and my fifi

And pop pills 'till she sleepy

Say she got chills when she see me, for real, that kinda creep me

Then I pulled up and I seen her, her spaced out demeanor

Holdin' a tape player and a nina, she had my dates on tape and cold game

Put the nina to my noggin, blew smoke out my blown brains

[Chorus]

Off the roof, cliqué, I see thangs

Then I spit it, like "What did he say?"

Styles I display, you need pay?

My gold is grams and gold chains

We ride on leather and chrome thangs

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain (What did he say?)

I said "My gold is grams and gold chains

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain" (What did he say?)

And we ridin' off leather and chrome thangs

Speedin' past you in the slow lane

Off the roof, cliqué, I see thangs

Then I spit it, like "What did he say?"

Styles I display, you need pay?

My gold is grams and gold chains

We ride on leather and chrome thangs

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain (What did he say?)

I said "My gold is grams and gold chains

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain" (What did he say?)

And we ridin' off leather and chrome thangs

Speedin' past you in the slow lane

Off the roof, cliqué, I see thangs

Then I spit it, like "What did he say?"

Styles I display, you need pay?

My gold is grams and gold chains

We ride on leather and chrome thangs

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain (What did he say?)

I said "My gold is grams and gold chains

Blowin' smoke down my blown brain" (What did he say?)

And we ridin' off leather and chrome thangs

Speedin' past you in the slow lane

[Outro: Kid]

Uncle Nipsey?

Are you okay?