[R. Prophit] We represent the slums.. alright.. Let's get this motherfucker cranking 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 whatnot half bad But Doug was always humorous 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 crying if I knew what I know now I'd probably have to greet the party room with the for' pound I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin in case I feel my insides burning, must've swallowed all twenty-eight I'm drinking milk with magnesium, but still I ain't feeling straight Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate
[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background] We represent the slums... We represent the slums... We represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... We represent the slums... We represent the slums... We represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
[Big V] Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out Oh me, ya better kick it out, or ya living 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 Shaking up this rap shit, giving niggas hell for real Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearing right National Geographic ain't, fucking with this wildlife Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattling; I'm finna bite Hell with a blue light, fucking with no rooms tonight!
[Hook - 2X]
[Scales] Now once again, you see me laying 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 playing witcha'll haters since y'all fucked up my order Got me playing with a gram, could've been up to a quarter Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits Cause in the slums we don't work we just grind and gamble Guaranteed I got that shit, niggas dying to sample Now what you know about that work from the sticks of Georgia Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!)
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
