Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slummin' , by - E-40. Release date: 25.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slummin' |
| Showing up, showing out, making my presence known |
| Rolling up, smoking out, in a perfect fucking zone |
| Fast laning and slumming, you can hear this hustler coming |
| 'Round the block with hell knock, cutting up, stunting |
| Middle finger out the sun roof, buckled up, not loose |
| Ready to catch a fade, ready to put up my fucking dukes |
| Read to squeeze and make a neck, like this bottle of Grey Goose |
| I ain’t never cashed a check, just street nigga loot |
| Mannishness, foolery, rocking hella jewelry |
| Local superstar, you oughta see my car |
| Outta sight, up to par, came a long way hecka far |
| And I owe it to my triple beam and my pickle jar |
| There’s macking in my DNA, make a bitch pay what she weight |
| Everyday a holiday, born and raised up in the yay |
| A polished young brother, never been a sucker |
| A sharp hustler, flyer than a crop duster |
| We out here grittin 'bout gudda it’s like a holiday |
| Standing out on the steps where my mama stay |
| Walking right up to the car, let’s keep it coming |
| We out here slummin' |
| Trapping and checking my traps |
| Collecting and counting my racks |
| Steadily shooting craps, toting and packing gats |
| At the party double fisted, at the bar gettin' hella twisted |
| See that bitch right there? |
| That’s the homie bitch |
| But he don’t know I’m hitting it |
| Little gutter chick, can’t get enough of it |
| Strung out on my dick, she like to spit on it |
| Act classy but really a freak nasty |
| She like for me to nut on her cavity |
| It’s game involved, I’m a damn fool |
| I’m the nigga, a fixture, my nigga I’m the dude |
| I’ve never been a big tipper I can be hella rude |
| Only thing I tip is my liquor and my brew |
| Boss status, smoking cabbage, living lavish, extra mannish |
| Profit flipping, flipping profit |
| Louis sipping, hustle-holic |