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Gold thangs on a bar of soap Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Eastside Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ladada-dada, dada, dada Uh, yeah And that Rolls Royce float Clean, like I put a set of gold things on a bar of soap What's in every bar? Another motivational quote While these niggas going through phases I never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement This is preservation of the vibe Never let them forget the time Well they say you was a rapper You fasho had to know how to rhyme I keep my passport close, 'cause it eases my mind (eases my mind) It's a shame what they did to it Now the rap just don't go that same route When they take rawness away, just Just they make it too pretty I'm feelin' trapped on this revolvin' land mine SongtexteThat could blow at any minute Saturday night special with one bullet in the chamber And six cylnders spinnin' Russian Roulette, the American Dream could be your death Or it could be everything It's M.O.B. everything Back in '03 had Gucci seats, I put Gs on everything Made matrimony with this game I got cocaine when it rains Them niggas taxin' for the nina They want like ten and some change I got my tears and my pain I got my balls and my girl And I ain't breakin' that shit for a nigga or bitch That shit is absurd I'm controversial with these verbs Like Christopher Wallace with words Felix Mitchell with birds Malcolm X with the perm Nigga Freddie Gibbs; I heard the name, but I didn't know Like, I didn't know how good he was It was after the photoshoot After I had already shook hands with him and met him I told him this when I seen him again, too, out in LA I was like, yo, I was like, yo, I ain't even know, like, you really good Yeah Bitch hit my line said she wanna go eat and drink and smoke and shit (Goofy bitch) Before I hung up, I said call me when you want some dick (Want some dick) I'll never go broke in this game I'll charge it on a bitch (Charge it on a bitch) So, my family and my kids will never want for shit Stuck in a cell with no windows but I got a pot to piss Smokin' that dope on a daily Fucked up the probation, I gotta go drop some piss Hope in a truck, and I throw on that Twista Adrenaline Rush on some mobster shit Even when niggas was broke We made it look rich, bitch, I'ma optimist My presence'll fuck up your confidence Freaky bitches, I'm they confidant Trappin' out of muh fuckas rappers, slappin' these Poppadoc RZA with the zippers, official men chop it off the block Once I made an M, I ain't give a fuck if I popped or not And I can't swim, a nigga ain't never had dreams of coppin' yachts But I kowabunga, servin' that pussy at a thousand knots Rest in peace to Ruck, tell Jesus I need a billion bucks Goon with the balloon, ain't no helium, but I sealed him up Feel the rush Aus Songtexte Mania