Harold's - Freddie Gibbs, Madlib

Uhh, nigga

Niggaz was wearin budget

Talkin 'bout like, real school third grade

Wearin budget, shit, ya bitch!

Yeah

I keep a chip off in my cell phone, pocket full of stones

Smokin on the strong, Freddy Kane, Freddy Corleone

Marshalltown niggaz had a nigga runnin home

I call collect, get me a 38, now bitch it’s on

9 millimeter, Baretta to 40 cal

By 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down

I hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile

Fast forward ten years came back with Roley’s with golden crowns

Skinny nigga;

six wing mild sauce

With all the fries you can give me I tear them bitches off

Ski mask on yo' baby daddy?

Well that’s that nigga loss

Pointin my trey five seven, I got my point across

A skinny nigga;

six wing mild sauce

With all the fries you can give me I tear them bitches off

This burnin hole in my pocket got me out here 50 soft

223 on my enemy I tear them bitches off

Bitch

Skinny nigga;

six wing mild sauce

With all the fries you can give me I tear them bitches off

A plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom

But fuck my enemies, what’chu lookin for bitch I got 'em

Bitch, bitch I got 'em;

bitch, bitch I got 'em

Fuck my enemies what’chu lookin for bitch I got 'em

Bitch, bitch I got 'em;

bitch, bitch I got 'em

Fuck my enemies what’chu lookin for bitch I got 'em

Uhh — KFC, Harold’s, Sharks and Popeyes

Adidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob ties

A fresh Delt', weed crumbs on my plush seats

I got my license now I’m backseat fuckin every week

A thick bitch live in Miller, go to work

3:30 school was out then I was fresh under her skirt

Them project niggaz hit that bitch that pussy went berserk

Don’t hit without that Trojan fuck around you might get burnt

She was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto

Lock it, pussy pop it, I swear this bitch deserve a medal

Seen school girls turn into strippers in stilletos

Pimpin' 'til I die, if you wanna stop then get a shovel bitch

Extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom

Freddie Forgiato, all my bitches spoiled rotten

Cop that llama, got the hollows poppin out the barrel

Got a stain for them hubbas meet me at the Harold’s

Bitch!

I remember when they had some 15 right on 15 nigga

Fo’sho I used to hit that motherfucker all the time nigga

Straight dope stains and chicken wangs, y’knahmsayin?

Uhh, yeah, yeah~!