Artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib f/ Anderson .Paak
Album:  Bandana
Song:   Giannis
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Cedmaster3K 

[Freddie Gibbs]
Uhh, turnt up like Tony juggin' the speakerphone
Fuck Sosa, bitch, I got soldiers and I put my people on
2009, a bitch food stamps what I was eatin' on
Got four-inch quarter, half-nine pieces on my Nokia phone
Squad~! Diamonds make haters stay on the job
Keepin' a baby .380 with me like Khaled stay with Asahd
Bump that poison poppy seed, the Afghani shit from the mob
Youse a cartoon like Flip on the cover of Lucky Charms
Every morning I wake up with my daughter, Dora Explorer
Then I get right back to the pot, kitchen stankin', that’s potty trainin'
Murder note go to the muh'fuckin’ plaintiff at my arrangement (Bitch!)
Keep the dead oppressors on the green paper, fuck bein' famous, nigga

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Ice will come with the fame
Flowers cover the grave
Power, love and loyalty
Wash me cleeeeean today

[Freddie Gibbs]
Industry got you sleep but bitch I'm woke, I know the Devil
These niggas be fallin' off every day like Ace Hood Rollie bezel
Niggas don't understand that 360 mean a percentage of every income stream
That record ain't doin' no numbers, you trip on your management and your legal team
Uhh, I done been dropped before, talked about and wrote off before (yeah)
Heart on my sleeve and the ATF at my momma door (yeah)
Mr. Mongol told me "Freddie, fix up your posture bro
Walk tall and never show niggas more than they gotta know"
Real Gs move in silence like Giannis (yeah)
My Greek freak, we did a menage with a friend in St. Thomas (yo)
From 50 karats in my pendant to change up the climate
We paint all the whips to cocaine white, decorate the garages
Kane

[Chorus]

[Anderson .Paak]
'Caine all in the blood
Shots to the brain, "Snow on tha Bluff"
Calls for a truce but truce came with snubs
Bodies hit the pavement, money came for months (I wasn't done!)
Hey, 'caine paid the bills
Penthouse the suite, sugar on the hill
Some will get free but most will get killed
I'm just doin' me, and me I'm doin' still (I wasn't done!)
Ha, started with a nickel in my Tommy socks
Smokin' Blacks and gettin' sips of poppa's Remy Martin
Boosted Polo out of Macy's in the Jansport
Momma would have got me anything I asked for
In the city where they iffy on supportin' niggas
Moved to L.A., started sellin' pounds of cauliflower
Same niggas that I grew up sharin' shoes with
Turned a limit to a multi-million dollar movement, bitch

[Chorus] w/ ad-libs

[Anderson .Paak]
'Caine all in the blood
Shots to the brain, "Snow on tha Bluff"
Calls for a truce but truce came with snubs
Bodies hit the pavement, money came for months 
("Bad self, SAY IT LOUD~!" <- James Brown)
'Caine paid the bills
Penthouse the suite, sugar on the hill
Some will get... but most will get killed
I'm just doin' me, and me I'm doin' still (I'm doin' still)

[Chorus]

[Anderson .Paak]
For the fame (faaaame)
Covered all, covered all (faaaame)
Where's your loyalty? (Yeaaaaaah)
Wash me cleeeean today~!

[Outro]
{*sample of “Aasman Ke Neeche” by Lata Mangeshkar and Kishore Kumar plays briefly*}
{*followed by sounds of deep laughter*}