Slums lyrics

Artist  : Nappy Roots 
Song : Slums



 Send "Slums" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [sample is cut up]
"Please baby, please don't leave"

[R. Prophit]
We rappers in the slums.. alright..
Let's get this motherf**ker 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

[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in
background]
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...

[Big V]
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, f**kin with this
wildlife
Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattlin; I'm finna bite
Hell with a blue light, f**kin with no rooms
tonight!

[Hook - 2X]

[Scales]
Now once again, you see me layin down the law
These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle gotta
fall
Bit*h 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
f**ked 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!)

[Hook]