Wild Style lyrics

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Is the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Wild style, wild style
Is the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Is the return

[Verse 1: Termanology]
I'm on a spiritual high smoke that lyrical lie
My cutties keep that vanilla sh*t in the sky
Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by
The burner in your face means you got some sh*t in your eye
I fire shots put your ass in a quiet box
And when the riot stops I'm the one firing cops
I smoke Phillies I can kill an entire box
I'm the Gorilla killer you on ya mozilla firefox
Try and bark, I'll put you down on dead dogs‚ cause I'm a shark
Really to you I'm Reinhart
I run over ya head, leaving your face with tire marks, put a grenade in your mouth
And blow your life apart
And any mission I embark has a violent start
Bloody ending is so depending on if the knife is sharp
This is psycho talk, my blades lipo-sharp
I'm down to fight a whole block, f*ck the cops

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Is the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Wild style, wild style
Is the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Is the return
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
All I do is write verses and wrap up rubberbands
Roll a'84 and roll up a Wood with my other hand
And I f*ck with felons don't f*ck with the F.E.D.s
They know I'm selling something, ain't nobody selling cd's
Another trick up my sleeve, another b*tch that I'm sticking
I introduce to the sniffing and di*kin' different positions
Got introduced to some friends and sit back as if I was flipping
She sniffing that sh*t in daily, your daughter need interventions
That's some cold sh*t!
Fred, you musta be smoking water when you wrote this
Nah I'm in Brooklyn, back from Gary fresh off a dope flip
Do the speed limit pay attention and never smoke sh*t
Call up Dominican H and told him I was posted!
Baby face gangsta stay with 3 bangers
Heat the microwave and cut up them cookies like Famous Amos
sh*t get rectified by sticking this dope in a b*tch's anus
Hit the visible, shoot that to my brother, let's get this paper, b*tch

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Is the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Wild style, wild style
Is the return of the wild style, just pump the volume
Is the return

[Verse 3: Fred the Gobson]
Flow superior to others, often than I'm fell
Freddie and Fred, feel like I'm talking to myself
Far as rhymes I'm awesome
The metaphors I own want they own line in a auction
Caution, n*ggas I'm offing, no discussion, [?] take care of the coughin, robatussin
Selectah [?] I ain't really got beef I'm just kind of collector
Is the return of the wild style
Ice in the quarter rock, back to the vials now
They one dimensional I got styles now
Tomorrow's best lyrics is my freestyles now
I respect you when you when you spit sh*t
You far from nice you need jet blue to get there
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Pardon my terminology but I get it in, yeah