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Saturday Night Special

Curren$y, Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Curren$y

Vocals

Freddie Gibbs

Vocals

Young Mexico

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alan Maman

Songwriter

Fredrick Tipton

Fredrick Tipton

Songwriter

Shante Franklin

Shante Franklin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Eddie Sancho

Mixing Engineer

Joe LaPorta

Mastering Engineer

Rich Gains

Engineer

The Alchemist

Producer

Lyrics

Gold thangs on a bar of soap

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eastside

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ladada-dada, dada, dada

Uh, yeah

And that Rolls Royce float

Clean, like I put a set

Of gold things on a bar of soap

What's in every bar?

Another motivational quote

While these **** going through phases

I never mutated or deviated

From the life or mission statement

This is preservation of the vibe

Never let them forget the time

Well they say you was a rapper

You fasho had to know how to rhyme

I keep my passport close

'Cause it eases my mind (eases my mind)

(It's a shame what they did to it)

(Now the rap just don't go that same route)

(When they take rawness away, just)

(Just they make it too pretty)

I'm feelin' trapped

On this revolvin' land mine

That could blow at any minute

Saturday night special

With one bullet in the chamber

And six cylnders spinnin'

Russian Roulette

The American Dream could be your death

Or it could be everything

It's M.O.B. everything

Back in '03 had Gucci seats

I put Gs on everything

Made matrimony with this game

I got cocaine when it rains

Them **** taxin' for the nina

They want like ten and some change

I got my tears and my pain

I got my balls and my girl

And I ain't breakin'

That shit for a **** or bitch

That shit is absurd

I'm controversial with these verbs

Like Christopher Wallace with words

Felix Mitchell with birds

Malcolm X with the perm

****

(Freddie Gibbs; I heard the name, but I didn't know)

(Like, I didn't know how good he was)

(It was after the photoshoot)

(After I had already shook hands with him and met him)

(I told him this when I seen him again, too, out in LA)

(I was like, yo, I was like)

(Yo, I ain't even know, like, you really good)

Yeah

Bitch hit my line

Said she wanna go eat

And drink and smoke and shit

(Goofy bitch)

Before I hung up

I said call me when you want some dick

(Want some dick)

I'll never go broke in this game

I'll charge it on a bitch

(Charge it on a bitch)

So, my family and

My kids will never want for shit

Stuck in a cell with no windows

But I got a pot to piss

Smokin' that dope on a daily

Fucked up the probation

I gotta go drop some piss

Hop in a truck, and I throw on that Twista

Adrenaline Rush on some mobster shit

Even when **** was broke

We made it look rich

Bitch, I'ma optimist

My presence'll fuck up your confidence

Freaky bitches, I'm they confidant

Trappin' out of muh fuckas rappers

Slappin' these Poppadoc

RZA with the zippers

Official men chop it off the block

Once I made an M

I ain't give a fuck if I popped a knot

And I can't swim, a **** ain't never

Had dreams of coppin' yachts

But I kowabunga

Servin' that pussy at a thousand knots

Rest in peace to Rup Tale Jesus

I need a billion bucks

Goon with the balloon

Ain't no helium, but I sealed him up

Feel the rush

Written by: Alan Maman, Freddie Gibbs, Shante Franklin

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