Slums

"Please baby, please don't leave"

We rappers in the slums.. alright..

Let's get this motherfucker crunkin from Kentucky to Baghdad

Ya pops was always gone but that didn't make him a bad dad

We still managed to eat, and come to think wattn't half bad

But Doug was always humerous bout the things they would never have

Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold Town

Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down

Done heard my momma cryin if I knew what I know now

I'd pro'ly have to greet the party room with the fo' pound

I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin

in case I feel my insides burnin, musta swallowed all twenty-eight

I'm drinkin milk with magnesium, but still I ain't feelin straight

Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate

Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums...

Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...

Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums...

Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...

Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out

Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house

Ran how you tried to run, came how you tried to come

Did what you couldn't do, difference between me and you

Slum for a while now, country for a lifetime

Cool is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be

Muddy waters couldn't drown a nigga, bloodhounds on the trail for real

Shakin up this rap shit, givin niggaz hell for real

Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearin right

National Geographic ain't, fuckin with this wildlife

Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattlin; I'm finna bite

Hell with a blue light, fuckin with no rooms tonight!

Now once again, you see me layin down the law

These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle gotta fall

Bitch I'm Southern bred

That's where you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest

I said you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest

And I ain't playin witcha'll haters since y'all fucked up my order

Got me playin with a gram, coulda been up to a quarter

Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it

Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits

Cuz in the slums we don't work we just grind and gamble

Guarunteed I got that shit, niggaz dyin to sample

Now whattchu know about that work from the states of Georgia

Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!)

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