Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Situations

[Intro:]
Yeah! Yeah!

[Chorus:]
Representer,
Street niggas, I'm a representer,
East Gary, I'm a representer,
Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her.
Made it through the summer with no air conditioner,
Catch us huddled 'round the kitchen in the winter,
Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million,
Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million.
Windows tinted with the killer in my system,
More than weed and liquor in my system,
Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system,
On my seventh figure, niggas know the feeling.
Necklace flooded, it's a situation, (Yeah)
All my bitches got a situation, (Yeah)
County lockup or the police station, (Yeah)
We was in some shitty situations. (Uh)

[Verse 1:]
'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up,
I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior,
Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida,
Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck,
I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus,
'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you,
Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us,
Now they callin' me so they can open up.
I put you niggas on game,
Put some respect on my name,
Freddie Kane a living legend,
I hit a stain,
Cousin took two to the brain,
Bullets missed me, it's a blessing.
I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it,
So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system,
I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage,
So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage
I'm like,
“Ha, ha,
Lambo, cut my check, nigga! (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)
Yeah!”

[Chorus:]
Representer,
Insane, I'm a representer,
VL, I'm a representer,
I'm a 22-12 representer,
What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?
You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you,
'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning,
Young and thuggin', tryna check a million.
Windows tinted with the killer in my system,
More than weed and liquor in my system,
Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system,
On my seventh figure, niggas know the feeling.
Necklace flooded, it's a situation,
All my bitches got a situation,
County lockup or the police station,
We was in some shitty situations.

[Verse 2:]
1989, I seen a nigga bleed,
Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees,
Turned the arcade to a stampede,
I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede,
Put me on some shit I never shoulda seen,
Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes,
I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean,
Drea hit a nigga with the Billie Jean.
Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin',
Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open,
From that moment I was West Coastin',
Livin' outta Sid apartment, smokin' all the roaches,
Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco,
Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers,
Did my re-up la famila with my cholo,
Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco. (Yeah, yeah)
Obama got elected today, and I got arrested,
LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked,
And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection,
Mothafuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon,
Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western,
I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin',
Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em,
Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah!
This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit,
Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick!
When my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since,
Seen him transform to crackhead Ed, "If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?"
Nigga, damn!

[Outro:]
Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday! That I thought I would extend the holiday season and let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday. I don't give a shit about what you think about me. I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be. I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussing? I don't give a shit what you like. I'm doing what is best for me. I'm doing those things that makes me happy, those things that I think are positive with me. And that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life tryna bring negative shit into your life. Tell 'em, "I don't give a shit!" In fact, tell them, "If you not feeding me, financing me, or fucking me, I just don't give a shit!" In fact, go out on this holiday, get you some ribs, put it the grill and let's call it Fuck-A-Que! Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday and not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life. This is your morning message from the cussing pastor. Have a great day!