Breaking Bad Songtext
von Freddie Gibbs feat. Ea$y Money

Uh, yeah, fo′ sho', yeah
Straight slam, yeah, uh
Check it out, check
Tell me what you know about it
Uh, gotta get this cash and paper bag (yeah)
Uh, gotta get this cash and paper bag
Uh, gotta get this cash and paper bag
Uh, gotta get this cash and paper bag

I′m so poured up tonight
It's just me and this highway, I'm just driving
Don′t know where I′m going tonight
If you see my eyes then, you will say I'm wildin′
'Cause I′m on a low-rider in this four door
Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low (uh, fo' sho′)
I don't know where I am going tonight
Baby I am just riding, riding, riding


Uh, feel like I'm drownin′ in this 40 ounce
Less than forty dollars to my name, boy, whatchu know about?
Ratchets and ski masks, thugs with drug habits
Babies born hooked on this dope, guess we cultivate drug addicts
In the place I reside, really ain′t shit to do but get high
All the way from the crack house to the church, everybody doing dirt to get by
I just do mine, all by my lonely dawg
I just fell off when I'm back on it it′s fuck all y'all

And all the broads, just to diss a nigga
You too broke to buy gifts for Christmas, nigga?
Thought she was down but she dippin′ off with a different nigga
That hurt my heart so bad, made me wanna load my clip
Find where this buster stay and go smoke him over my bitch
I'm choking smoking this zip, shoulda been selling that
Smoking three fives every hour, yea, them Kevin Durants
Straight to the head with this yac, straight with the pot with the powder
Hoping I catch a blessing, might catch a stray from a coward

I′m so poured up tonight (uh, yeah)
It's just me and this highway, I'm just driving
Don′t know where I′m going tonight
If you see my eyes then, you will say I'm wildin′
'Cause I′m on a low-rider in this four door
Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low (bitch)
I don't know where I am going tonight (uh, gotta get this cash and paper bag)
Baby I am just riding, riding, riding (uh, gotta get this cash and paper bag)


Uh, we cutting corners in caprices (yeah)
Just throw some on the stove and watch me beat that shit to pieces (yeah)
Take this shit back to them beeper-days (yeah) back when shit was cheaper-days (fo′ sho')
Homeboy just got raided, just can't stay clear of them people, man
Money on my nigga books, and Sunday visits
Heard these motherfuckers talk about it, my niggas live it (fo′ sho′)
But sometimes they get released and forgot who kept it the realest (you know)
They known behind them singles but nothing niggas and bitches

And I guess we out here beefin', I just caused a shoot-out at the club
The hardest ones to kill is niggas that you used to love
It′s easy squeezing that trigger, but I'm dying inside
I brush it off like it′s nothing and get high in the ride
Rolling this four-door, yellow dope off in my Styrofoam (yeah)
Slaying cluckers, mayonnaise and mustard what I'm ridin′ on (yeah)
Rollin' this four-door with this fo-fo like I'm Al Capone (yeah)
I′m living proof, the devil′s roof is what I'm ridin′ on

I'm so poured up tonight (nigga) (yeah)
It′s just me and this highway, I'm just driving (yeah)
Don′t know where I'm going tonight (it's me and this motherfuckin′ highway, nigga)
If you see my eyes then, you will say I′m wildin' (uh)
′Cause I'm on a low-rider in this four door (yeah, get this cash and paper bag)
Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low (yeah, get this cash and paper bag)
I don′t know where I am going tonight (rollin' this motherfuckin′ wheel, nigga)
Baby I am just riding, riding, riding (fuck a hater)

Yeah, nigga, uh
School of motherfucker soul
Motherfuckin' G, I saw you wiping that yould, nigga
Trying to get old, you know what I'm sayin′, nigga?
Goddamn it, you know what I mean? Motherfucker straight slammin′
That's what all you nigga do, you know what I′m sayin', nigga?
Motherfucker just wanna fight away they live
These motherfuckin′ police, nigga, they just a crew that I'm in
You know what I′m sayin'? Get them, get them prove, nigga
You never sleepin' with Ea$y, and the motherfuckin′ devil would, nigga
Uh, Kobe, thug life