Lyrics Harold's (Instrumental) - Madlib , Freddie Gibbs

I keep the chip off in my cell phone
Pocket full of stones, smoking on the strong
Freddy Kane, Freddy Corleone
Martial town, niggas had a nigga running home
I call collect get me that 38, that bitch is on
9 millimeter, barretta to 40 cal
Like 23 fresh out the box, bitch I hold it down
I hit the stroll with a chili bowl, and the cook is foul
fast forward ten years i came back and rolled this with golden crowns
Skinny nigga
Six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give me
I tear them bitches off
Ski mask I'm already daddy
That's where the niggas off
Point at my 357, got my point across
A skinny nigga
Six Wing Mild Sauce
With all the fires you can give me
I tear them bitches off
Burning a hole in my pocket
Got me out her fifty soft
223 on my enemy
I tear them bitches off
A 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
Fuck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
Fuck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
KFC, Harolds, Sharks and Popeyes
Adidas suit with a plate of chicken got mob ties
A fresh dealt, weed crumbs on my pussies
I got my liscense now I'm backseat fucking every week
A big dish live a mill, and then go to work
3: 30 school was out and I was fresh under her skirt
Project niggas hit that bitch that pussy went berserk
Don't hit with that dirt or fuck around you might get burnt
She was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto
Lock it pussy, pop it, I swear that bitch deserve a medal
Same school girls turning to strippers just a little
Pimpin' ’til I die, if you wanna stop then get the shovel bitch
Extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom
Freddie fuji auto, all my bitches full rider
Cop that llamas, got the hollows, poppin' out the barrel
Got a stain for them? meet me at the Harolds, bitch
A 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 you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
Fuck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
Fuck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em
Bitch, bitch I got ‘em