Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Ain't Easy , by - Slimm CalhounRelease date: 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 |