Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle, artist - Boo.
Date of issue: 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! |