Bomb
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Raekwon Lyrics
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Drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Got 2 and a baby off my bitches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato
At the table, cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers
The amazin' black American Gangster, sinister, corner her
Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a muthafucka
This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony
Got Montana money
You bought 100, dipped in fluid, yo, I had to smoke it
Pupils dilated like silver dollars, now we kno-cking
Call it devilish how I do bitch
Fuck these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
What?
Rolling
Pockets all swollen
Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding
A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open
We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter
I think these suckers pussy, I'ma merk the whole litter
Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga
Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my fuckin' part
Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and the weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a fuckin' restaurant
Cuz back when I was 12 threw some bells on a scale and I got a pager
We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature
What?
28 days later we all getting fresh
Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch
My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed
From living tough times with rough lemons, a gorgeous watch
My team on a dreadful level, yo
Yeah, we still getting money right
Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
Getting fresh, just cooling, my bitch on my dick
Ba boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
Clip in my pocket, a rocket
I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks
Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up
I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up
We real, all G, 7500 of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "we need more heat"
In Freddie Gibbs & Madlib's song "Bomb," the rapper conveys his experiences with drugs and the dangerous lifestyle that comes with it. Gibbs raps about his drug addiction, explaining that it causes him to wake up in cold sweats. He seems to acknowledge that he is not always in a stable mental state but asserts that he is still ready to face any challenge coming his way. The lyrics also touch on his criminal escapades, including robbing people and dealing drugs, highlighting the consequences of this lifestyle.
Gibbs speaks about his life as a drug dealer and how he interacts with his customers, discussing the potential danger of addiction. He realizes that people may attempt to rob him, but he is prepared for them. Gibbs describes himself as a ruthless gangster, comparing himself to OG Bobby Johnson and Tony Montana, two notorious gangsters. He boasts that he has "Montana money," meaning that he has a vast amount of cash, which he uses to buy drugs.
The song's chorus emphasizes the feeling of being unstoppable, of being untouchable despite the numerous wrongs the rapper has committed. It conveys a sense of reckless abandon, of living life boldly and without any fear of consequences.
Line by Line Meaning
Slammin
Starting strong
Drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Drug addiction is causing me to sleep poorly
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Sometimes I feel a little crazy, but I'm always ready for whatever comes my way
Got 2 and a baby off my bitches student loan check
I have two other children and a baby by different women, and I'm using my current girlfriend's student loan money to support them
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
She called me to get some drugs, and I refer to this transaction as 'phone sex'
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
Engaging in criminal activities despite knowing that it will catch up to me in the future
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato
I'm acting like a tough gangster, able to harm you like a hot knife through butter
At the table, cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers
I'm cooking drugs, cutting them down and making deals with the people who will sell them for me
Bet they try to make a play for the yay' as soon as they taste it
I'm certain that those who sample my product will quickly become addicted and will want to make more money by selling it themselves
The amazin' black American Gangster, sinister, corner her
I'm a powerful and successful drug dealer, complete with a sinister air
Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a muthafucka
I'm annoyed by other people's jealousy towards my wealth and success
This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
Someone who owes me money is pretending like they don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony
My close friend is armed and dangerous, and we are willing to do whatever it takes to protect our interests, even if it means killing people like the notorious gangster Tony Montana
Got Montana money
I have a lot of money and power, just like the character Tony Montana
You bought 100, dipped in fluid, yo, I had to smoke it
I smoked 100 dollars worth of drugs that were mixed with some kind of fluid
Pupils dilated like silver dollars, now we kno-cking
My pupils are dilated, indicating that I'm high, and now we're going to sell drugs, aka 'knocking'
Call it devilish how I do bitch
My actions are considered wicked and malicious
Fuck these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
I don't care about what my enemies are saying, and I disregard their opinions entirely
Rolling
Continuing on
Pockets all swollen
My pockets are full of money
Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding
I'm clarifying that I'm holding a gun, specifically an FN Herstal
A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open
Someone we know has 15 ounces of drugs, and we want to steal them from him
We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
We came prepared and ready to rob this guy, so let's do it and split the profit amongst ourselves
A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter
Since I'm someone who likes to go after what he wants, I'll be taking a bigger portion of the profit
I think these suckers pussy, I'ma merk the whole litter
I think these guys are weak, so I'm going to kill all of them
Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
I told my girlfriend to leave the area as soon as I finished talking to her on the phone
Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga
I heard that you stole from people who were also involved in criminal activities, and now I respect you even more for it
Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start
I'm a cold-hearted person, who has been tough and aggressive since the beginning
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my fuckin' part
I feel like I'm the main character in a movie, and I'm just playing the role that was written for me
Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and the weed a la carte
I'm cooking drugs, and I have a wide variety of them available to sell
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a fuckin' restaurant
I should open a restaurant where people can get the drugs I sell, and I would call it Fast Freddie's
Cuz back when I was 12 threw some bells on a scale and I got a pager
When I was only 12 years old, I started selling drugs, and I quickly became successful enough to afford a pager
We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
We broke down the drugs into smaller portions and sold them to nearby people
Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
I know that with my criminal activities, I'm eventually going to end up in prison
Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature
I said goodbye to my mother and told her that if something happens to me, it was because it was meant to be
28 days later we all getting fresh
After not bathing for a while, we're finally getting cleaned up and looking good
Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
I'm willing to die for a cause or to protect what's important to me
The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch
I have a Lamborghini parked outside, and it's a stretch limousine
My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed
My girlfriend is half Mexican and half Afghan, and I feel lucky to have her
From living tough times with rough lemons, a gorgeous watch
Despite my difficult past, I now have a beautiful and expensive watch
My team on a dreadful level, yo
My crew is powerful and dangerous
Yeah, we still getting money right
We're still making lots of money, just like we always have
Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
As long as I'm making money, I'm going to keep holding onto it tightly
Getting fresh, just cooling, my bitch on my dick
Looking good and being relaxed, and having my girlfriend with me
Ba boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
I'm mocking someone for still living with their mother
Clip in my pocket, a rocket
I've got a gun on me
I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks
I'm thinking of the Diplomats, and how I would like to have Juelz Santana and Jim Jones on my team
Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up
I take trips to Africa, and my girlfriend likes to shop at expensive stores like Saks Fifth Avenue
I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up
I'm in Bombay, India, and people here are starting to rebel and cause trouble
We real, all G, 7500 of us
We're authentic and genuine people, and there are 7500 of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "we need more heat"
We're all in a Sprinter van, arguing about how we need more weapons to protect ourselves
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Corey Woods, Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Otis Lee Jackson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Leiva Joaquin
[Produced by Madlib]
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Slammin', drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Got 2 and a baby off my bitches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato
At the table cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers
Bet they try to make a play for the yayo as soon as they taste it
The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger
Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a muthafucka
This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony
Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid
Yo I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars
Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do bitch
Fuck these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
What? Uh, yeah
For sure
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rolling, pockets all swollen
Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding
A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open
We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter
I think these suckers pussy, I'ma merk the whole litter
Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga
Got an ice maker for a heart
Made nigga from the start
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my fuckin' part
Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a fuckin' restaurant
'Cause back when I was 12, threw some bales on a scale and I got a pager
We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature
What?
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
28 days later we all getting fresh
Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch
My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed
From living tough times with rough lemons
A gorgeous watch, my team on a dreadful level, yo
Yeah, we still getting money right
Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
Getting fresh, just cooling, my bitch on my dick
Ba-boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
Clip in my pocket, my rocket
I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks
Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up
I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up
We real, all G, 75-hundred of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat
Awchshonear
Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Slammin', drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Got 2 and a baby off my bitches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato
At the table cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers
Bet they try to make a play for the yayo as soon as they taste it
The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger
Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a muthafucka
This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony
Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid
Yo I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars
Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do bitch
Fuck these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rolling, pockets all swollen
Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding
A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open
We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter
I think these suckers pussy, I'ma merk the whole litter
Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga
Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my fuckin' part
Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a fuckin' restaurant
'Cause back when I was 12, threw some bales on a scale and I got a pager
We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature
What?
28 days later we all getting fresh
Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch
My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed
From living tough times with rough lemons
A gorgeous watch, my team on a dreadful level, yo
Yeah, we still getting money right
Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
Getting fresh, just cooling, my bitch on my dick
Ba-boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
Clip in my pocket, my rocket
I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks
Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up
I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up
We real, all G, 75-hundred of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat"
Basa Paichadze
Slammin', drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Got 2 and a baby off my bitches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato
At the table cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers
Bet they try to make a play for the yayo as soon as they taste it
The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger
Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a muthafucka
This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony
Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid
Yo I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars
Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do bitch
Fuck these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
What? Uh, yeah
For sure
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rolling, pockets all swollen
Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding
A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open
We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter
I think these suckers pussy, I'ma merk the whole litter
Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga
Got an ice maker for a heart
Made nigga from the start
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my fuckin' part
Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a fuckin' restaurant
'Cause back when I was 12, threw some bales on a scale and I got a pager
We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature
What?
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
28 days later we all getting fresh
Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch
My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed
From living tough times with rough lemons
A gorgeous watch, my team on a dreadful level, yo
Yeah, we still getting money right
Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
Getting fresh, just cooling, my bitch on my dick
Ba-boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
Clip in my pocket, my rocket
I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks
Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up
I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up
We real, all G, 75-hundred of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat"
rama
This beat is perfect. 10/10
funkydrops
11/10
dillwax_RK
12/10
leo villa
20/19
Στελιος Κοντελιας
100/100 is the same as 10/10 😂
Lewa95
1/1
Rockstar Skinnys
This album top 10 of this generation. Specially if you're Stoner it fits perfectly with you're high.
Jack Thomson
real talk.
dodmarley
try all of this album and esgn.
elchiponr1
i'm not stoned, still gettin high though