Hailing from Gary, Indiana, a place whose murder and crime rates have ranked it several times at the top of the "Most Dangerous Cities" list, Freddie Gibbs is the true definition of a street survivor. Raised on Gary's east side, Gibbs lived the hard life firsthand in a run-down industrial community plagued with vice and ignored by the establishment. After playing at Ball State on a football scholarship, Gibbs was kicked out of college. Over the next few years he went through court-ordered boot camp, joined and got discharged from the military, and held down a series of 9 to 5 jobs without success. Feeling like the system had failed him, Gibbs turned to hustling; pimping and selling crack out of a local house. Inspired by rappers like UGK, The Geto Boys, and 2Pac, Gibbs started rhyming about his life and the issues facing urban youth in Gary and the countless other impoverished cities just like it. Gibbs is the first rapper signed to a major label from Gary.
The Steel City's most famous musical residents to date are the Jackson 5, whose name still adorns a marquee on a falling-apart theater in Gary's blighted downtown. His desire to rep the Midwest and his city led Gibbs to start recording mixtapes and pushing them online as well as the streets, where he quickly began garnering fans drawn to his original style, diverse flows, and deeply personal lyrics about his experience as a young black man growing up below the poverty line in a forgotten American city.
Freddie has worked with respected producers like Madlib, Red Spyda, Just Blaze, Buckwild, the Alchemist, Polow Da Don, and Collipark among many others. Gibbs cites Houston rap and Pac as his major influences, and it shows in his ability to alternate between chillingly tense street stories of violence and laid back comedic tales about women and weed. Ultimately Gibbs shows and proves with his rhymes, which demonstrate the promise of a legend in the making. His skills, wit, and street credibility establish Freddie Gibbs as a true artist. He's ready to represent for Gary, the Midwest, and anyone who relates to the struggle of inner city life. As Gibbs tells it: "My music is definitely on some gangsta shit. That's what I was raised on and what I witnessed. How can I speak on anything else?" "Become a fan now, or become one later."
Mexico
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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You know I pull up, what the fuck is that?
You know when the doors don't go up
They just swing to the side a little bit
J hop up on top, fuck these bitches man, shits crazy
Fargo
New Givenchy coat it's like we're selling dope
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain't got no time to sit and talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches like designer
In San Diego like quintana
That's why this brother whips a car look like we're selling dope
I wake up to smoke that kush in the morning
Throw on my rollie
Check my phone, I got a call from my homie
He need that OG
Gangsta D, I run a mob like I'm Tony
I sell that codeine
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies
Trap my dope spot my OG used to call me
Bag up that doggie
She can't fuck I drop that bitch on the corner
Yeah bitch I'm balling
Police hit your shit then bitch you don't know me
No we ain't homies
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies, yeah
New Givenchy coat it's like we're selling dope
Since I started pimping I don't sell no more
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain't got no time to sit and talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches like designer
In San Diego like quintana
That's why this brother whips a car look like we're selling dope
Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my left I'm blowing gas, hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Just put all my bitches off in a foreign
Them my lil woahdies
I just whipped that brick that bitch driving for me
The bitch my roadie
Police hit my shit the charges baloney
Bailed out that morning
Gangsta D, I run the mob like I'm Tony
Now sell that Tony
Slap that ass I got my hands on the kilo
I sell the nino
Straight casino bitch I'm the Tarantino
Chop up an ingle
I wake up and whip that dope in the morning
Put on my rollie
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies
New Davinci coding like we're selling dope
Sister pimping I don't sell them hoes
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain't got no time to sit and talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches like designer
In San Diego like quintana
That's why this brother whips a car look like we're selling dope
Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my left I'm blowing gas hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Take a trip to Mexico
The song "Mexico" by Freddie Gibbs feat. Tory Lanez is a rap song that talks about their luxurious lifestyle and their drug connections. The first verse describes how they drive expensive cars and the doors do not open upwards but only swing a little to the side. Gibbs then talks about how he has stopped selling drugs since he started pimping and now has bitches in different areas, including 4-0-1 and 4-1-0. They do not have the time to discuss people because they are busy with their expensive lifestyle. Gibbs mentions that his car's color looks like Rihanna, and all his bitches are into designer clothes. In the chorus, they talk about how they look like they are selling dope even though they are not.
The second verse starts with Gibbs waking up to smoke Kush and receiving a call from his homie who needs OG. He talks about running a mob and selling codeine, and how he has given his youngsters Glock-9s and 40s. Gibbs reminisces about his OG calling him to trap his dope spot and how he used to bag up his doggie. He talks about balling and police hitting his shit, but they do not know him. Gibbs mentions that he has put all his bitches in a foreign, and he just whipped up a brick that his bitch is driving for him. He talks about how the police charged him with baloney, and he had to bail out that morning.
Line by Line Meaning
Damn nigga
Expression of surprise or emphasis on the following lyrics
You know I pull up, what the fuck is that?
Questioning what something is upon arrival
You know when the doors don't go up
They just swing to the side a little bit
J hop up on top, fuck these bitches man, shits crazy
Fargo
Describing a car with unique doors and jumping on top of it while expressing disbelief, followed by a reference to Tory Lanez's nickname
New Givenchy coat it's like we're selling dope
Since I started pimping I don't sell no more
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain't got no time to sit and talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches like designer
In San Diego like quintana
That's why this brother whips a car look like we're selling dope
Prideful display of wealth through expensive clothing and cars, emphasis on focusing on personal success and avoiding gossip, followed by comparisons to popular celebrities and locations
I wake up to smoke that kush in the morning
Throw on my rollie
Check my phone, I got a call from my homie
He need that OG
Gangsta D, I run a mob like I'm Tony
I sell that codeine
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies
Trap my dope spot my OG used to call me
Bag up that doggie
She can't fuck I drop that bitch on the corner
Yeah bitch I'm balling
Police hit your shit then bitch you don't know me
No we ain't homies
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies, yeah
Description of his morning ritual followed by a depiction of his role as a leader in the drug trade, with references to fellow gang members and their weapons, followed by a story about dropping off a problematic woman, expressing that he is wealthy and dangerous, and referencing his gang members as 'lil woahdies'
Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my left I'm blowing gas, hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Display of wealth by showing off expensive car and watch and expressing intent to go to Mexico with a helicopter on standby, followed by a gas station stop and reiteration of going to Mexico
Just put all my bitches off in a foreign
Them my lil woahdies
I just whipped that brick that bitch driving for me
The bitch my roadie
Police hit my shit the charges baloney
Bailed out that morning
Gangsta D, I run the mob like I'm Tony
Now sell that Tony
Slap that ass I got my hands on the kilo
I sell the nino
Straight casino bitch I'm the Tarantino
Chop up an ingle
I wake up and whip that dope in the morning
Put on my rollie
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
Them my lil woahdies
Placing his women in luxury cars and describing his drug dealing activities, discussing arrest and release, referencing Tony Montana and selling drugs, and comparing himself to filmmaker Quentin Tarantino, and finally discussing morning rituals and equipping gang members with weapons
New Davinci coding like we're selling dope
Sister pimping I don't sell them hoes
I got bitches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
I ain't got no time to sit and talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my bitches like designer
In San Diego like quintana
That's why this brother whips a car look like we're selling dope
Incorporation of modern technology to refine drug dealing operations while explaining his avoiding direct involvement, mentioning the locations of his women, and showcasing his car's appearance as a symbol of wealth
Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my left I'm blowing gas hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Take a trip to Mexico
Final depiction of his trip to Mexico and the wealth he brings with him
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, Sidney Miller, Daystar Peterson, Shane Lindstrom
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