Jean Claude lyrics by Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist from Alfredo 2 are talks about the hustle, heartbreak, and relentless drive to stay on top in a cutthroat world. Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist, known for their critically acclaimed collaborations and cinematic street narratives, are a dynamic rapper-producer duo. The title “Jean Claude” is a nod to Jean-Claude Van Damme, the action star known for his grit and discipline, and here Freddie sees you as a fighter who never accepts defeat in life’s “bloodsport.” The Alchemist’s moody, cinematic beats give it an intense, almost movie-like vibe, where every punch hits. It’s about staying sharp, dodging snakes, and always aiming for the next peak.
Lyrics of Jean Claude by Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (Loves Me Not)
Dbs In The Lot, I’m Taking Green Tea Shots (Uh)
I Usually Don’t Drink Them Shits, But She Gon’ Let Me Beat Now (Uh)
She Wouldn’t F**k When I Was Broke, I Guess I’m On My Feet Now
[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]
Just Ask Christina, I Was Hidin’ Them Racks In The Drop Ceiling
Matthew Got His Phd Now, B!tch, I Could Start A Clinic (Uh)
Every Day I Talk To Will Gates, Plottin’ On Ways To Get It
Hoes Done Tricked Y’all Into Trickin’,
Let’s Take This Shit Back To Pimpin’ (Nah)
Stay Consistent And I Guarantee, My Nigga, We Gon’ Ball, Won’t Fall
Life A Bloodsport, You Gotta Be Jean-Claude
Saw My B!tch Ain’t Have No Discipline And I Ain’t Want No Part
Thinkin’ She’s Slicker By F**king A Nigga That’s Richer,
But I Ain’t Got No Heart
B!tch, I’m From The Crib, I’m Reppin’ That Fin Like I Was Cold Hard
Well, Shut Your Mouth And Let These Lawyers Talk
And It’ll Be No Charge, On God
How To Make It Out The East Side Of Gary? I Wrote The Book
Grammy Night Felt Like Niggas Took My Trophy
Like Reggie Bush, Nigga (Bush, Nigga)
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (Loves Me Not)
No Matter How Nigga Plot, I Can’t Be Knocked From My Spot
Shoulda Gave It All Up In That Parking Lot,
Boy, You Ain’t Have To Get Shot
Gotta Protect Your Little Rap Business,
So You Ain’t Gon’ Talk To The Cops
That’s Why It’s Sweet Pickin’
These Nigga Sweet Licks, They Free Chicken
Took The Chains Off Of Everybody, It Was A Sweet Mission
Meanwhile, I’m Bustin’ These Bands Down On Some Freak B!tches
Houston Ho, She Cheat On Her Wife For Me, She Sneak Dickin’
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
The Rap Game Don’t Love Nobody, You Gotta Get In And Get Out
Gotta Get In And Get Hot
Gotta Get In And Get Paid
You Can Walk Away From It With Nothin’, So When It End, It’s A Waste
But Stay Persistent And I Guarantee, My Nigga, We Gon’ Ball, Won’t Fall
Life Of Bloodsport, I Gotta Be Jean Claude For My Dogs
Nigga Dishin’ Out Love Taps
I Bet It Be A Pretty Service When I Send Love Back
So Keep It Cute, Nigga (B!tch)
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
Dbs In The Lot, I’m Taking Green Tea Shots
I Usually Don’t Drink Them Shits, But She Gon’ Let Me Beat Now
‘Bout To F**k That A*s In Paris, Pu*sy Magnifique Now (Yeah, Yeah)
