Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Get Caught Slippin, artist - Ace Hood. Date of issue: 29.06.2009
Song language: English
Don't Get Caught Slippin |
| Ace Hood |
| Street certified |
| Let me tell you one thing |
| Don’t get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy |
| Keep your eyes and ears open, you understand? |
| Because it might go down |
| When the traps side up and the MAC slow down |
| You better hit the deck because it might go down |
| Don’t get caught slipping, yeah it might go down |
| Don’t get caught slipping, because it might go down |
| Keep an eye on your nigga, and running around town |
| Yeah this little boy telling so it might go down |
| Don’t get caught slipping, yeah it might go down |
| Don’t get caught slipping, yeah it might go down |
| Young nigga seventeen, trying to get money |
| Niggas laugh about the dough but really ain’t shit funny |
| Just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy |
| Every fiend ain’t a fiend if you see them look funny |
| You better tell your team, you don’t need that money |
| That shit smell funny, you ain’t getting shit from me |
| I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these something |
| That white keep coming, tell the boy to keep bumping |
| Well watch these folks keeping enemies close |
| And any nigga kin to me they better not fold |
| He say that he a friend to me but snitching to the po' |
| He pointing on the court, tell the judge what he know |
| Price on his head, he be dead by four, so homie don’t slip |
| Or you could be him, no speaking on the phone |
| Because them FEDS get tips, don’t get caught slipping |
| Because it might be them |
| And I won’t be slipping, the boy’s on a mission |
| Only vision of winning and my sight is on a million |
| Serving that white girl to any nigga want to get it |
| And fresh Louis linen dawg can call that pimping |
| That thing on my side, homeboy I ain’t slipping |
| Your boy’s off snitching, tell them niggas ain’t with it |
| It might go down, so watch you do a round |
| Niggas creep in the town leave bodies left on the ground |
| Don’t get caught slipping |
| Because the chopper get down |
| I stay in all black with a Florida Marlin crown |
| So keep away the faking ain’t a real nigga around |
| If you ever go down stay loyal to your fam' |
| And you don’t know shit, never snitching on the mound |
| And homie don’t slip, because it might go down |
| Yeah homie don’t slip, it might go down |
| And homie don’t slip, because it might go down |
| And I run my city, I own my town |
| Can’t another man come and disrespect my grounds |
| You eyeing my nigga, you want something with him? |
| You want to come get it, you’ll be dodging my missiles |
| Yeah boy it went down, your homie done slipped |
| And now he in a coffin on a first class trip |
| Yeah boy it went down, your homie done slipped |
| And now he in a coffin on a first class trip |