Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slacker , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 23.09.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slacker |
| Slacker: a person who shirts his work or duty |
| A person who evades military service in the wartime |
| Hehehehehe. |
| I know one thing man |
| I’m gonna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flame |
| Youknowhat’msayin? |
| heheheheh. |
| Eat, drink, and be merry, tomorrow you may die |
| That’s what life’s about man, good times, a little salad |
| Haha… |
| Yo yo |
| I’m a product of reganomics, neurotic |
| They sayin homage is gone up, inhaling chronic |
| The oddest I’m stayin honest — I’m bout to make it famous |
| So you can take that J-O-B and you can shove it up your anus |
| I ain’t never understood how the world works |
| But I always understood why the girls twerk |
| for a baller not a nine-to-five |
| Barely makin it with disgust behind ya eyes |
| So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece |
| Out to take ya lip off chief, with my peeps |
| We ruthless — if you got money then deuce it Goofs get toothless, with loose off two-fifths, we useless |
| I wanna kick it but ain’t got the dough |
| Sneak in the concert, trip and make 'em stop the show |
| We gots to go! |
| Push me and I sock the po' |
| Gettin the bail from my parents is impossible |
| (I'm a slacker) — never did I have a lotta dough |
| (I'm a slacker) — smoking pot and watching videos |
| (I'm a slacker) — go whichever way the wind blows |
| Those just tuning in, I’m just lettin you know |
| (I'm a slacker) — everytime I take a look around |
| (I'm a slacker) — stuck up on the faces around |
| I don’t do enough, I just fool around |
| Y’all can go to hell, how does that sound? |
| Now you can tell from my everyday fits, I ain’t rich |
| I sneak with a piece when I grit (grit) |
| I’m just another gatman caught up in the mix (mix) |
| Tryna take yo’dollar and yo’fifteen cents (I grind with a pistol) |
| I stay rid of you lames (y'all gay!) |
| I play video games (all day!) |
| When Kans City mo’brains, it’s gritty slow game |
| We diddy-bop with really no change (y'all bang!) |
| And people holla How ya do dat dere |
| Why ya pants hanging low, and why you grew that hair? |
| Lightin a bleeze or with my people ridin a Regal |
| Always in trouble with coppers cuz we drivin illegal (drivin illegal) |
| I ain’t never givin them lee-way to hear me nay |
| The judicial assembly’s gay hey! |
| I come out at night cuz I sleep all day! |
| Tryna get with Def Jam, Loud, or MCA! |
| Yo yo check |
| Enter the party and my homies got to pay for me I look dazed, it just be another day for me Gettin drunk, hopin I get to the crib safely |
| Pray for me, cuz I’m needin money majorly |
| Sit at home watchin MTV with a empty P- |
| O-C-K-E-T; |
| I MP3 everything that I hear on the streets |
| Never buy it, don’t deny it, I’m the fear I’ma be You say get a job? |
| I say hit a knob |
| Cuz the way you run the world is every bit a fraud |
| So what you askin me? |
| You get no tax from me I got whites, natives, and mexicans, and blacks with me Huh! |
| I’m tryna get up there with Master P Pass the D, cuz that’s the way it has to be We bust to be free, we trust to be G So FUCK who be glee, it sucks to be me |
| I’m a slacker (doo) I’m a slacker (doo-doo-doo-doo) yeah (doo-o) |