Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Ain't Easy, artist - Slimm Calhoun
Date of issue: 09.02.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Ain't Easy |
It’s like bounce, rock, skate |
Rock up, roll and get the papes |
Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state |
Hit the first one like the sweepstakes |
And we gon all eat cheese steaks |
Believe me, it ain’t easy, to get cheesy, what, what |
(Slimm) |
Stakes high, my hands dirty |
I’m a big lick drilla quick flip gorilla for scrilla |
Blue chipper with more shine than the big dipper |
Spit dinero game fuck the hero fame |
Went from wild to tame, just for change |
Still a lustful brain for thangs like cold chains |
Crush grapes and grain but the key is to maintain |
Some dare to be different some dare to be dumber |
Bleeps and blunders got you stuck in slumber |
I’ll a wake that ass like thunder |
Thudding on the late night, on point like a steak knife |
Keep the game tight, from the Dirty, fuck a fair fight |
Cause of static my monetary status |
Situations get tragic when I got to have it |
Destructive like Turkish earthquakes |
I’m selfish got to have the pie and the whole cake |
Working non-stop no breaks for the house on the lake |
All for the love of the Peach state, yeah nigga, GA, GA, GA |
Hook:(x2) |
It’s like bounce, rock, skate |
Rock up, roll and get the papes |
Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state |
Hit the first one like the sweepstakes |
And we gon all eat cheese steaks |
Believe me, it ain’t easy, to get cheesy, what, what |
(Backbone) |
Stay working in the late, that’s right, stay right |
On a money making mission to the break of daylight |
Swerve the ride, serve to survive |
Everyday that be the forte |
Lay in the cut, never take a shawt buck, believe that |
Where the weed at roll up, see yeen got cha money right |
Partna gotta hold up, Sho nuff see business is business |
I gotta bend a corner in a minute |
Smash the gas, stash the cash |
Keep it to the flo |
Gotta stay on they ass, can’t give 'em no leeway |
Smoked out on the freeway |
Chevrolet wit the brains blowed Congal and Dro |
Yeen know, so hence fro the |
We gone ball y’all till the reign |
Fall and when they reign |
Fall we gone ball y’all |
A yes, yes y’all |
Hook:(x2) |
It’s like bounce, rock, skate |
Rock up, roll and get the papes |
Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state |
Hit the first one like the sweepstakes |
And we gon all eat cheese steaks |
Believe me, it ain’t easy, to get cheesy, what, what |
(Slimm) |
Boy I’m spit shine nickel clean dead serious bout this pickle green |
Make moves then we shake the scene |
Rule one is to know your team |
To avoid infiltration of your cream |
Cause all sleepers get is a dream |
And that’s on everything in between |
From the Remy X-O to the Monte Cristos |
Rapped around crypto but never too good to blow |
A fifty-dollar O of Jam Toe you know sucka boy play Rambo |
Get sliced off the hambone its Slimm and Slick Backbone |
We get the track blown |
For a dollar Calhoun Scholar in a Caprice or Impala |
Watch these hoes holler |
See it take bread to make bread, we only count in grands |
I’m trying to stack like the Sultan of Sudan |
For a 500 Sedan and a spot in the sands |
God Damn! |
Hook:(x3) |
It’s like bounce, rock, skate |
Rock up, roll and get the papes |
Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state |
Hit the first one like the sweepstakes |
And we gon all eat cheese steaks |
Believe me, it ain’t easy, to get cheesy, what, what |