Freekey Zeekey - Beat Without Bass Lyrics

(feat. Jha 'jha and Lil Wayne)

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Lil’ Wayne: 
I got my capital S-wagger up, ya dig 
Young Money, Cash Money, Dipset Byrdgang 
Where the team at 
(Welcome To Dipset baby) 

Verse 1 
Lil’ Wayne: 
Okay my leather so soft but don’t think I ain’t hard 
they say “Weezy make it rain” I said “Bitch I ain’t god” 
But I am God’s son but you know I ain’t Nas 
See he got a positive aim and I aim nines 
Man Lil’ Weezy got a style that even I can’t find 
Man some shit just be so hard I be like that line ain’t mine 
And if that is under a gram than that line ain’t mine 
And if you niggaz talkin’ war, well bitch it’s combat time 
Hey, I take three L’s to the head 
Love, live, life, and I’m dead 
Young Money, Dipset, that’s what this is 
And if I ain’t good lookin’ you can bet my bitch is 
I done made it off Apple Street 
Like it was 2300 Jackson Street 
Young Money, can’t join ‘em nor beat ‘em 
Where the fuck is Robin Leach when you need him 
A rich nigga can’t even buy freedom 
That’s why I give my white bitches everything but freedom 
I do my white bitches anything but beat ‘em 
And if they like rat poison, then I’ma feed ‘em 
I’m... so phisticated 
Fresh from Antarctica, my wrist just made it 
I’m rich bitch, I ain’t broke no more 
But I will still chop you up and feed your ass to the poor 
Weezy, I’m ‘bout my cream like a smore 
You old ass rappers better stay on tour 
You’re like 44, I got a .44 
I’m 24, I can murk you and come home when I’m 44 

Hook 
Freekey Zeekey: 
What’s a beat without bass 
Chain hangin’ to the dick nigga all them diamonds in the face 
A homie get in Dips space then I’ma show ‘em .38s 
When we ride this 25, scrapin’ dat raw base yeah 
(Repeat) 

Verse 2 
Jha ‘Jha: 
Dade County get it girl 
5 riders wit’ it girl 
You don’t want no problems, don’t you know we ridin’ wit’ it girl 
Dudes love me, say I got a hell of a swag 
See me hoppin’ out them Coupes, Benz’s, Bentley’s, and Jags 
With Balindsyaga bags and some lil’ skimpy shit 
Got a lil’ bittty ass so they focus on my tits 
It’s the jewels that I wear, and the gleam on my wrist 
And she rock her real hair, run ya fingers through this shit 
I am something like a shit
Any nigga I will pimp 
Ya ain’t got my money honey hit him wit’ a hollow tip 
See Freekey is crazy, insane, and hazy 
And that’s my big brotha so do not try to play me 
It’s gon’ be some’n shawty, the Set is in the buildin’ 
Throw yo’ B’s up shawty, Patron is in my system 
And that sweet stuff shawty, the zone is what I get ‘em 
When I’m geeked up homie, yeah 

Hook 

Verse 3 
Freekey Zeekey: 
This is how we ride, so high, drunk drive 
Got the pistol-grip get ‘em gangstas ballas 
We them chedda-makin’ villians, shorty give me ride 
Got a big Mossberg and it fire from the shells make you stop, drop, and pop it 
Cock the hammers, send the rocket, blow a socket 
I won’t stop it, Go-Go Rocket, hit your body or in bocket 
Toys pocket, sort of profit off his top and call them Gnostic 
Take the profits, stack our toppers, don’t get popped 
And get to shoppin’, nuthin’ less than 20 dog, we call ‘em birdies 
We call ‘em big Shucky-Duckies, we grizzlies, you tellie tubbies
Get busy with heavy money, you shitty, prolly all funky 
You prolly some type of junkie 
I’ll probably sold you the monkey 
Listen fall back dick, you don’t wanna get stripped 
You don’t wanna see the Dips straight fuck yo’ bitch 
You don’t wanna see your jaw cracked, barrel from the Smith 
That pain’ll make your body twitch, the world’ll hear you saying “AY” 
Freekey 

Hook

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lyrics submitted by AbeLinc15 on 29-06-2007
lyrics corrected by Korey on 15-04-2009