| We represent the slums. |
| alright.
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| Let’s get this motherfucker crunkin from Kentucky to Baghdad
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| Ya pops was always gone but that didn’t make him a bad dad
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| We still managed to eat, and come to think wattn’t half bad
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| But Doug was always on us bout the things that we never had
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| Now I was born in Oakland, better known as the Coke Town
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| Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down
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| Done heard my momma cryin if I knew what I know now
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| I’d pro’ly have to greet the party room with the fo' pound
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| I’m tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin
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| In case I feel my insides burnin, musta swallowed all twenty-eight
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| I’m drinkin Milk of Magnesia, but still I ain’t feelin straight
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| Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate
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| Represent the slums… represent the slums…
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| Represent the slums… aww, aww, aww, aww…
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| Represent the slums… represent the slums…
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| Represent the slums… aww, aww, aww, aww…
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| Bummy, if I put it out — sucky, if I pull it out
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| Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house
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| Ran what you tried to run, came how you tried to come
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| Did what you couldn’t do, difference between me and you
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| Slum for a while now, country for a lifetime
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| Cool is what I choose to be, but that ain’t what I used to be
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| Muddy waters couldn’t drown a nigga, bloodhounds on the trail for real
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| Shakin up this rap shit, givin niggas hell for real
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| Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearin right
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| National Geographic ain’t, fuckin with this wildlife
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| Hissin; |
| I’m finna strike, rattlin; |
| I’m finna bite
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| Hell with a blue light, fuckin with no rules tonight!
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| Now once again, you see me layin down the law
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| These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle got a flaw
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| Bitch I’m Southern bred
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| That’s where you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest
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| I said you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest
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| And I ain’t playin witcha’ll haters since y’all fucked up my order
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| Got me playin with a gram, coulda been up to a quarter
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| Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it
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| Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits
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| Cuz in the slums we don’t work we just grind and gamble
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| Guarunteed I got that shit, niggas dyin to sample
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| Now whattchu know about that work from the states of Georgia
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| Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slums, artist - Nappy Roots. Album song Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп