Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle , by - Boo. Release date: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Freestyle |
| Shit done hit the fan, let’s do dis shit man. |
| Fo real |
| (Boo) |
| Let’s do it, what the fuck. |
| There ain’t |
| Nuthin else to be said |
| (Gotti) |
| Yo, I got a empire with niggas with thug in they blood |
| I admire dem niggas, My desire is figgas |
| Rockland bitch, why hire some killas? |
| Gotti heat like hail son and fire dem niggas |
| Pop off 2 clips, Top off new six |
| Rock frost blue wrist, still cop two bricks |
| Cook crack in the pot, Push pats on the block |
| Cock the Glock, pop up like jack in a box |
| He crazy insane, mommys say loco |
| I even push 'caine when the blow is slow |
| And when the dough got low, I got the high 'fo |
| Back in the same hood on the block for 'mo |
| Doorags, saggin pants, I’m baggin grams |
| Niggas smokin the joke, and den laughin at |
| «What if I get to blast a man?» |
| Aw shit! |
| Boo watch out! |
| (gunshot and then talking) |
| Oh shit, you capped dat nigga yo |
| (Boo) |
| You think I just got nice? |
| Well I been at niggas throats til it even got worse |
| And I got hennessy and coke in my system |
| Hot chicks, I fuck em and diss em |
| I’m out to cop bricks, cut em and split em |
| Put plenty in the bag, 20s on the jag |
| I’m a big faced getter, you get panties and brag |
| Fo Fo too heavy so I’m bustin the sag |
| Slow dough, that’s petty, I ain’t fuckin wit dat |
| It’s fo real when I spit these bars |
| And cats like «Damn, How dis lil nigga get new cars?» |
| Stay high all day run around with thugs flippin pies all day |
| Rockland Nigga, so you better make way cuz we comin for niggas |
| Got guns? |
| We ain’t runnin from niggas, I know you heard dat! |
| (Gotti) |
| My real bitches! |
| Sometimes I’m less than a bitch, never trustin a bitch |
| I’d rather get head than be fuckin a bitch |
| (Boo) |
| And it ain’t nuthin different, that’s the way we roll |
| It be them lame ass niggas given dough to hoes |
| (Gotti) |
| Before I pay for a brick, she taste da shit |
| Put her back on a bus wit it taped to her hips |
| (Boo) |
| All my mommys rock Gucci |
| If we in the whip, put the dope in her koochie |
| (Gotti) |
| All my chicks like Snoopy |
| I like dykes dat like dykes |
| But I don’t like groupies |
| I Use to like tootie, and dat’s a fact for ya life |
| (Boo) |
| I got chicks dat smoke, some roll dice |
| Others like to fight, but they all love ice |
| (Gotti) |
| Hip hop niggas, they all thugs right? |
| Nah, get dropped nigga, betta get plugged right |
| Boo and Gotti true pimps, Rockland 4 life |
| Get it right! |
| (Both) |
| Rockland! |
| (Gotti) |
| For life nigga! |
| (Both) |
| Boo and Gotti! |