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."
Talkin' 'bout You
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Bitch I'm talkin' bout you
You know that bitch a ho
Tap her on the shoulder
Let her know, know what I mean
Keep it real with a bitch, know what I mean?
I always knew you was a greazy bitch
He didn't believe me bitch
Its a shame how you had
Dude trickin his chips
Less than a week later you was on my dick
Got his nose wide open
Not to mention his wallet
Every chance he got he was
Comin out of pocket you trippin my nigga
How you gon let this bitch hustle you
Wonder why this grown-ass man was so gullible
So stupid
She fuck with any nigga on the team
Bitch got a thing for
Diamond rings and ding-a-lings
On the floor, shopping sprees and fur coats
You pumped her head up now
She think she the most
I just beat the pussy up and get ghost
And I never spend a penny
Bitches supply me with hydro and Henny
I'm just speakin on the thangs you do
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the thangs you do
Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
Not my lady, not my baby
And you ain't my boo
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the rats that you roll with
Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
And if I wanted I could fuck them too
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you
So can you taste it ho it ain't no game
You gon make a nigga say yo name
Bitch I'm talkin to you
So can you taste it ho it ain't no game
You gon make a nigga say yo name
Bitch I'm talkin bout
Keisha, Leisha, April and Alicia
Nothing but them dog-ass hoes
And straight skeezers
Type of bitch to come to your
Spot and smoke up your reefer
Then wanna give you brain
Bitch drop some change
On this mothafuckin doity you puffin on
Put up on my reefer sack or
Leave it the fuck alone
You hoes want Patron shots and Grey Goose
Thinking a nigga gon supply your
Liquor just cause you cute
Well goddamn, I am, appalled at y'all frauds
I ain't in it for the drawers
You all on my balls
Don't answer y'all calls
And you wonder why you can't get through
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the thangs you do
Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
Not my lady, not my baby
And you ain't my boo
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the rats that you roll with
Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
And if I wanted I could fuck them too
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you
You bitch nigga, you trick niggas
She playing with your dick and
You payin her rent nigga
I specialize in this pimpin
And breakin these hoes
Charge it all to a bitch
Nigga that's how it goes but who knows
I might bump into two hoes
That's bout that action
Met em in the lobby
I'm probably gon be smashin
If I can get em to the suite
I'd rather hit the streets
So pat your feet to the street bitch
Mash for rations
I was in the cranberry Chevy with Rosemary
Nymphomaniac from Gary who strip
At the Black Cherry
But her momma think she work
As a medical secretary in the day but in the
Evenin she doin what's necessary
Just to stay up in them Gucci boots
Suck a dick in the coupe
They say I'm hard on these heifers
I just tell the truth
Cause I'm just speaking on
The thangs they do
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the thangs you do
Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
Not my lady, not my baby
And you ain't my boo
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you (you you you)
And all the rats that you roll with
Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
And if I wanted I could fuck them too
Don't look around like you
Ain't got no clue
Bitch I'm talkin bout you
And you, and you, and you, and you
I see you girl (bitch) i see you girl (haha)
I'm off them ragged-ass hoes man
In the song Talkin' 'bout You, Freddie Gibbs tells a story of a woman who is known for being promiscuous and manipulative. The chorus begins with Gibbs saying "I like the way this feel bitch for real, Bitch I'm talkin' bout you, You know that bitch a ho." He warns his friend about her, saying "Tried to warn my homie but, He didn't believe me bitch." He then goes on to describe how the woman tricked his friend and had him spending money on her, while she slept with other men on his team.
Gibbs is nonjudgmental about the woman's actions, instead focusing on how his friend should be more aware of the situation and not get caught up in her scheme. Throughout the song, Gibbs repeats the phrase "Don't look around like you ain't got no clue, Bitch I'm talkin' bout you," calling out the woman and her friends for their deceit.
The song is a commentary on the promiscuity and manipulation that can occur in certain circles, particularly in the world of hip-hop and rap. Gibbs's lyrics are brash and unapologetic, reflecting the raw honesty that is often present in the genre.
Line by Line Meaning
I like the way this feel bitch for real
I enjoy the feeling that I'm experiencing, bitch
Bitch I'm talkin' bout you
I am talking about you, bitch
You know that bitch a ho
You are aware that she is a whore
Tap her on the shoulder
Gently touch her shoulder
Let her know, know what I mean
Make her aware of something, do you understand?
Keep it real with a bitch, know what I mean?
Be honest with her, do you understand?
I always knew you was a greazy bitch
I have always known you were a deceitful woman
Tried to warn my homie but
I tried to alert my friend, but
He didn't believe me bitch
He didn't believe me, bitch
Its a shame how you had
It is pitiful that you were able
Dude trickin his chips
My friend spending his money on you
Less than a week later you was on my dick
Soon after, you were interested in me
Got his nose wide open
He is infatuated with you
Not to mention his wallet
In addition to his feelings, he is spending a lot of money on you
Every chance he got he was
Whenever he had an opportunity he would
Comin out of pocket you trippin my nigga
You are taking advantage of him and causing him issues, my friend
How you gon let this bitch hustle you
Why are you allowing this woman to swindle you?
Wonder why this grown-ass man was so gullible
I am curious as to why this mature man is so easily fooled
So stupid
He is foolish
She fuck with any nigga on the team
She has sex with any guy on the team
Bitch got a thing for
She is infatuated with
Diamond rings and ding-a-lings
Expensive jewelry and penises
On the floor, shopping sprees and fur coats
At the club, buying things and acquiring expensive clothing
You pumped her head up now
You gave her an inflated sense of self-worth
She think she the most
She believes she is the best
I just beat the pussy up and get ghost
I just have sex with her and leave
And I never spend a penny
I never pay for anything
Bitches supply me with hydro and Henny
Women provide me with marijuana and Hennessy
I'm just speakin on the thangs you do
I am just talking about your actions
Don't look around like you
Don't act like you
Ain't got no clue
Don't know what is happening
And all the thangs you do
And all the things you do
Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
Including sleeping with every man in my group
Not my lady, not my baby
You are not my significant other or child
And you ain't my boo
And you are not my girlfriend
And all the rats that you roll with
And all the people that you hang out with
Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
Will confess that your entire group is promiscuous
And if I wanted I could fuck them too
And if I desired, I could sleep with them as well
So can you taste it ho it ain't no game
Can you feel the consequences of your actions, whore? It's serious
You gon make a nigga say yo name
You will make a man mention your name
Keisha, Leisha, April and Alicia
Names of several women, presumably acquaintances of his
Nothing but them dog-ass hoes
They are all unfaithful women
And straight skeezers
And outright promiscuous
Type of bitch to come to your
The type of woman who comes to your
Spot and smoke up your reefer
Place and smoke your marijuana
Then wanna give you brain
Then wants to perform oral sex
Bitch drop some change
Woman spends some cash
On this mothafuckin doity you puffin on
On this dirty weed you're smoking
Put up on my reefer sack or
Provide your fair share of money for marijuana or
Leave it the fuck alone
Do not smoke with me if you don't intend to pay
You hoes want Patron shots and Grey Goose
You women want expensive alcohol
Thinking a nigga gon supply your
Believing that a man will provide you with your
Liquor just cause you cute
Drinks just because you are attractive
Well goddamn, I am, appalled at y'all frauds
Well damn, I am astounded and disgusted by all of you fake women
I ain't in it for the drawers
I am not interested in women's undergarments
You all on my balls
You are all interested in me
Don't answer y'all calls
I will not answer your phone calls
And you wonder why you can't get through
And then you are confused as to why you can't reach me
I'm off them ragged-ass hoes man
I am no longer interested in those low-class women
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