| Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and
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| Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it
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| Nine zippers, let’s bust that open, cut and bag it
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| Water whipper, I’m in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
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| Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that’s all I hang with
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| Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit
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| In the kitchen, gon' whip my way up to a mansion
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| Eight figures, that’s what I call Str8 Slammin
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| G.I. |
| thuggin
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| Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin'
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| Hardrock hustling
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| Bitches stick to the dick cuz you know a nigga holding
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| Living on some pimp shit
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| I’mma let y’all chase hoes, I’mma get chosen
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| Keep a bitch dick whipped
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| Got a whole lotta broads that’ll bust that open
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| Fresh up off a straight dope stain
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| I know my clothes still smell like cocaine
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| The real niggas understand
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| I ain’t trying to be the man
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| If you put it in my hands, it’ll go mayne
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| I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side
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| Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride
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| If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide
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| Getting my thug on where I reside
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| Nigga been bust at, still I survive
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| Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps
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| Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back
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| Life got me stressed, so I’m twisting up a sack
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| I’m street certified, nigga -- check my stats
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| Back up to the wall cause I’m coming up to bat
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| And these little niggas said they got racks on racks
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| So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax
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| Got damn
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| Fuck what I’m worth
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| Still out here on the grind
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| Trying to stack racks
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| Racks on racks, never caught slipping
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| Nigga get wrong, it’s a toe tag
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| Fucks with the hood
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| Still eat good
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| Hanging with the killers with the black masks
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| They will kidnap your wife and kids
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| You niggas don’t want that
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| Do what we gotta do to make it
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| Hope them jackers won’t take it
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| If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga’s gon erase em
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| I don’t fight over no bitches but I kill for bread
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| And I don’t hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds
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| Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go
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| If you try to open shop up, that shit closed
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| Money and the power
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| What we hustle for?
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| We already run ya house, ain’t no kicking doors |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Str8 Slammin' , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Cold Day In Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп