Gimme Ah Beat
ABK Lyrics
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My gat sounds nice
One
Leave your whole damn neighborhood stunned
You better run
I'm comin' at ya
Duck, bob, and weave as these bullets fly past ya
Puffin' on a green leaf
Pointin' my heat
Straight get off on bein' the street
I'm puttin'
One little
Two little
Three little holes in the back of ya dome
You shoulda stayed home
D-Town born and raised
Drinkin' on a porch
Beatin' down on strays
Broke as f**k
and always hungry
Clothes on my back be dirty laundry
(Chorus 2x)
Just give me a f**kin beat
Just give me a f**kin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
I'm dusty like a ashtray
I don't give a shit
Got a clean ass piece though
With a full clip
and a small axe underneath the passenger seat
Ready to swing it
Best believe I'mma bring it
Who you think ya messin' with, don't trip
I'm a warrior
Scalpin' all those who ain't standin on the same side
When its all about to go down
Fightin' with the enemy
Puttin' them in the ground
I bring that old school basement sound
When all I had was a forty-five weighin' me down
Little redskin homey in the hood
Big pimpin'
Ghetto fabulous in the booth bullshittin'
(Chorus 2x)
Just give me a f**kin beat
Just give me a f**kin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
"Yeah man, my girl supposed to be comin' through dog and uh, she might just have a little hunny for you."
"Hey man"
"What?"
"Is it always like this in your motherf**kin' neighborhood, dog?"
"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
"What the f**k man....."
"Lets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
"Go to the f**kin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother f**ker?!"
"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"
"F**k that, I ain't goin to no mother f**kin, f**k that where the basement at?"
"Oh man....."
The lyrics of ABK's song Gimme Ah Beat express a raw and aggressive mood. ABK, from Detroit (D-Town), speaks about his hood mentality, how by being thirsty and hungry, he developed an aggressiveness and an urge to kill. The song exhibits a dark and gritty atmosphere by the use of the gun as the central theme. ABK feels powerful holding his gat, firing bullets as he scares others, and instilling fear everywhere. He enjoys pointing his heat, getting off on the streets, and being known for his street credibility. ABK feels like a warrior - asserting his dominance by supporting his hood patois and ignoring outside criticism, demonstrating that he is a teacher of sorts who uses his raps as cautionary tales.
ABK is interested in creating an old-school basement vibe. He feels like a rebel against mainstream hip-hop lyrics and its often fabricated glamour. He boasts his dusty and unkempt avatar, reminding us of the stereotypes attached to the gritty and grimy Detroit streets. ABK's aspiration is to make raw music that is embedded in reality, where it feels good to spit rhymes over a beat, bringing back the rich culture of basement hip-hop.
Line by Line Meaning
My gat sounds nice
My gun sounds powerful and impressive
Leave your whole damn neighborhood stunned
My gunfire will shock and immobilize the entire area
You better run
You should flee as fast as possible
I'm comin' at ya
I'm aggressively pursuing and attacking you
Duck, bob, and weave as these bullets fly past ya
Dodge and move quickly to evade my rapid gunfire
Man I'm crazy
I'm mentally unstable and dangerous
Puffin' on a green leaf
I'm smoking marijuana
Pointin' my heat, straight get off on bein' the street
I enjoy being a part of the criminal lifestyle and using my gun to intimidate others
I'm puttin', one little, two little, three little holes in the back of ya dome
I'm aiming to shoot three bullets into the back of your head
You shoulda stayed home
You shouldn't have gone outside and risked encountering me
D-Town born and raised, drinkin' on a porch, beatin' down on strays
I was born and raised in the rough neighborhood of Detroit and spend my time hanging out on a porch and beating up stray animals
Broke as f**k and always hungry, clothes on my back be dirty laundry
I'm extremely poor and struggling to make ends meet, and I don't have access to clean clothes
(Chorus 2x) Just give me a f**kin beat, Just give me a f**kin beat, Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
I want a good instrumental beat to rap over, and those who rap are considered leaders and role models
I'm dusty like an ashtray, I don't give a shit, Got a clean ass piece though, With a full clip
I'm unkempt and unimportant, but I have a shiny new gun with plenty of ammunition
and a small axe underneath the passenger seat, Ready to swing it, Best believe I'mma bring it
I also keep a small axe in my car and I'm prepared to use it if necessary
Who you think ya messin' with, don't trip, I'm a warrior
Don't underestimate me or try to deceive me, I'm a fierce fighter
Scalpin' all those who ain't standin on the same side
I'll hurt those who don't support me or are against me
When its all about to go down, Fightin' with the enemy, Puttin' them in the ground
When there's a fight or conflict, I'll be ready to take action and defeat my opponent
I bring that old school basement sound, When all I had was a forty-five weighin' me down
I produce a classic style of hip-hop music with a heavy emphasis on bass and percussion, and in the early days of my career, all I had was a .45 pistol weighing me down
Little redskin homey in the hood, Big pimpin', Ghetto fabulous in the booth bullshittin'
I'm a small, scrappy individual living in the ghetto who likes to act flashy and pretend I'm a successful pimp when I'm rapping
(Chorus 2x) Just give me a f**kin beat, Just give me a f**kin beat, Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
I want a good instrumental beat to rap over, and those who rap are considered leaders and role models
"Yeah man, my girl supposed to be comin' through dog and uh, she might just have a little hunny for you."
My friend tells me that his girlfriend might have some illegal drugs for me
"Hey man"
I respond to my friend's statement
"What?"
My friend asks me what's up
"Is it always like this in your motherf**kin' neighborhood, dog?"
My friend asks if my neighborhood is always so chaotic and dangerous
"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
I tell my friend that things get even more wild and dangerous on the weekends
"What the f**k man....."
My friend expresses disbelief at the situation
"Lets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
I suggest that we go to the local convenience store to get some beer, and I refer to a woman I know with a derogatory term
"Go to the f**kin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother f**ker?!"
My friend questions my decision to drive a large vehicle, and he asks if I have a tank in the back
"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"
I try to convince my friend to go to the convenience store with me
"F**k that, I ain't goin to no mother f**kin, f**k that where the basement at?"
My friend refuses to go to the convenience store and instead suggests we go to a basement
"Oh man....."
I express disappointment or frustration with my friend
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