Eastside Moonwalker Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

Lifestyles of the insane 

East side nigga, I'm the shit, you the shit stain 

I let the boss ring switch lanes 

Not a pretty nigga for it, I got some gang full of peach brains 

And I lay it on so deep 

Turn it up to a broad, heard a pimp nigga broke this 

And I'mma let it to a broke piece 

I think I need my medicine, I had to throw it 'fore this 

Nigga throwing dirty, keep a nigga with a deep pocket 

Dope fiends in the closed casket 

Shopping, steady bringing at the gate, keep locking 

Keep it strapped because that boys keep robbing 

Got me put enough slow, prickling of the cripple, put my pedal to the floor 

Let me count in that dough, looking good like a pro 

Ass sit on nothing but that leather, what you know, how you living nigga? 

Lifestyles of the insane 

Blow the key up, pop a pill, crack a seal, drop a six bang 

Niggas looking for their bee sting 

Their weed, dog food, crack this, niggas with cane 

Think I've lost my new ditch, sipping on the back, break 'em off in the ditch 

Sitting top floor with the chrome and the itch 

Nigga gotta floss that's the cost of this vigil 

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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow 

Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though 

I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow 

Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor 

I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow 

Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor 

I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow 

Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though 

I'mma pull off slow 

Wake up, moonwalker, night stalker, motherfucking white chalker, might caller 

In the streets put your pants down, tell 'em call a paramedic, nigga, man down 

Ease up with your thugging, get your Gs up 

Never faint, never fall, never fall, never freeze up 

Black ass, black TD, motherfucking dope gang feed us 

How you living nigga? 

Send some peace to my motherfucking home boy 

But hold your tears, ain't right, so fuck this 

You might as well be a dead man in my eyes 

Shoot two, sucker free when I ride, Freddie gang, Freddie Corleone 

Sell your things to the smokers in them mobile home 

I'm tracking back wheel, dirty Styrofoam and a pocket full of stones in my Cadillac chrome 

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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow, bitch 

Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though 

I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow 

Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor 

I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow 

Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor 

I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow 

Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though 

I'mma pull off slow