[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Run D MC, run D MC, if I'm riding low key I got that D on me
And nigga we don't care, because nigga life ain't fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the pair [x2]
Run D MC, run D MC, run D MC, run D MC
And nigga we don't care, because nigga life ain't fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the pair
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, stay on the grind so how you gone stick up the stick up man?
357 to the T bitch I hope you pick up a dental plan
I got that Ochocinco, get fly for two hundred grand
Drove that heroin straight from New York in my nigga minivan
Excuse me Mr. Officer, I been thinking about popping you
So you better not search this car, I'm so hot I'm off the thermometer
F*ck a threat, I promise you
I won't go back to jail
Seem like every time a nigga try to make a sale
These bitches go back and tell
This shit here fresh off the scale
White bitch send bricks in an M3
When I'm done breaking down this dope
I'm a beat that shit like a MP
Say they gone murk me for ten G's
That shit don't offend me
Right before this rap shit
I run D and I MC
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I don't even use the door, I just pull in the garage
Tony Montana shit, look like a mirage
Put the yay on the counter, about the give it a massage
I whip them bitches two at a time, yeah I menage
Car full of bags, looking like I been shopping
Vic' across the street, yeah them motherf*ckers watching
Oh well, got to eat, that's why I cook it
This the Cooking Channel, give them niggas something to look at
I been riding all day, that's what my neighbors just told me
Six eight for the nine, bitch my neighbors might owe me
Riding so dirty, made the bird take a bath
But when it dried off it was a bird and a half
[Chorus x2]
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Freddie Gibbs - Stripes Lyrics
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[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Run D MC, run D MC, if I'm riding low key I got that D on me
And nigga we don't care, because nigga life ain't fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the pair [x2]
Run D MC, run D MC, run D MC, run D MC
And nigga we don't care, because nigga life ain't fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the pair
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, stay on the grind so how you gone stick up the stick up man?
357 to the T bitch I hope you pick up a dental plan
I got that Ochocinco, get fly for two hundred grand
Drove that heroin straight from New York in my nigga minivan
Excuse me Mr. Officer, I been thinking about popping you
So you better not search this car, I'm so hot I'm off the thermometer
F*ck a threat, I promise you
I won't go back to jail
Seem like every time a nigga try to make a sale
These bitches go back and tell
This shit here fresh off the scale
White bitch send bricks in an M3
When I'm done breaking down this dope
I'm a beat that shit like a MP
Say they gone murk me for ten G's
That shit don't offend me
Right before this rap shit
I run D and I MC
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I don't even use the door, I just pull in the garage
Tony Montana shit, look like a mirage
Put the yay on the counter, about the give it a massage
I whip them bitches two at a time, yeah I menage
Car full of bags, looking like I been shopping
Vic' across the street, yeah them motherf*ckers watching
Oh well, got to eat, that's why I cook it
This the Cooking Channel, give them niggas something to look at
I been riding all day, that's what my neighbors just told me
Six eight for the nine, bitch my neighbors might owe me
Riding so dirty, made the bird take a bath
But when it dried off it was a bird and a half
[Chorus x2]
Run D MC, run D MC, if I'm riding low key I got that D on me
And nigga we don't care, because nigga life ain't fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the pair [x2]
Run D MC, run D MC, run D MC, run D MC
And nigga we don't care, because nigga life ain't fair
They go for thirty a piece, we sell them hoes by the pair
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, stay on the grind so how you gone stick up the stick up man?
357 to the T bitch I hope you pick up a dental plan
I got that Ochocinco, get fly for two hundred grand
Drove that heroin straight from New York in my nigga minivan
Excuse me Mr. Officer, I been thinking about popping you
So you better not search this car, I'm so hot I'm off the thermometer
F*ck a threat, I promise you
I won't go back to jail
Seem like every time a nigga try to make a sale
These bitches go back and tell
This shit here fresh off the scale
White bitch send bricks in an M3
When I'm done breaking down this dope
I'm a beat that shit like a MP
Say they gone murk me for ten G's
That shit don't offend me
Right before this rap shit
I run D and I MC
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I don't even use the door, I just pull in the garage
Tony Montana shit, look like a mirage
Put the yay on the counter, about the give it a massage
I whip them bitches two at a time, yeah I menage
Car full of bags, looking like I been shopping
Vic' across the street, yeah them motherf*ckers watching
Oh well, got to eat, that's why I cook it
This the Cooking Channel, give them niggas something to look at
I been riding all day, that's what my neighbors just told me
Six eight for the nine, bitch my neighbors might owe me
Riding so dirty, made the bird take a bath
But when it dried off it was a bird and a half
[Chorus x2]