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[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] 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
[Slimm] I'm about two and a quarter from rocking the bird And about a G short from choppin' the third Now I'm sitting at the light with ten pounds of herb Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve Jumped out, "Man, damn, they got nerve." Got the hell on, dropped everything including my word Now it's off through the woods we go, here we go Tossing the greens and blow, oh no! Dipping through the trails, running from twelve Everybody gotta lay low, shhhhhh! Escape routes major, elite street rollers Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah A-Town heat strokers, flaming like the devils poker Two of the best wit it, hot shit, we'll roast ya If it's beef I'll choke ya and leave you for the vultures Or we can keep it cool playboy and I'll toast ya
[Hook] Dirt work, nigga we don't play I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way [repeat]
[Big Boi] Well it's the rippinest, wickedest MC, bustin hard up out the ginseng Tell more dope stories than a damn dope house dope fiend Fuck the police, you know me These hoes blow me slowly, seems like they owe me Show me the dope don't worry about the cash Or your girlfriend's gonna be lonely, homey These rich and these vegetables feeling bony Don't make me open my book bag and you under scaling on me You understand me Tony, you look like you wanna go on a boat But you know I'll leave you bloating or floating Like sailboats and LTD's. Private, please I'm the nigga that earned his street stripes And they've seen me in the Source Magazine So you can't even pass me three mikes You get three strikes and about a half of clip of bullets, so run it And we can go on and get our little prices up And act like we was on that Teen Summit
[Hook]
[Slimm] I'm about a four and a half into working these slabs And about a hundred away from back in the lab Now I done bust the next batch down and my face looking drab Uh oh, yep, this nigga done served me some bab Me sad? Naw, mad. Quick to bust your ass Playing around wit a hustler's cash, they'll find ya stankin in the trash And escape wit your Billy Jean and thriller, cause I'm bad Who dat, them niggas wit the juice pack, you thought you had Naw dad, I'm glad my niggas keep a few thangs, wit a few mags Down to toe tag, drop bags, switch tags, and haul ass Smash till we out of gas, blast only if we gotta blast Turn sunny days into an overcast Abusive to the under class, when my tongue lash And I mash out wit OutKast. Yeah...!
[Chorus] All these lonely girls wanna fuck...It's OK That's alright girl, that's ok That's alright girl, that's ok Keep callin me and beggin me and blowin me up...It's OK That's alright girl, that's ok That's alright girl, that's ok
[Slimm] My game, slicker than slow tongue Get yo' main hoe sprung Chokin' on my blowgun She swallowed all my bubble gum Said it was so yum yum All off in her tum tum Playboy you think dumb dumb Now what? Uh huh Last night, I was in them guts Uh huh A young playa cut yo' what? Uh huh She was tryin' to get a nut Uh huh And we gon' meet back at the hut Uh huh Come on
[Chorus]
[Slimm] A-town, late nights I'm off in 112, posted up as usual downstairs With a couple of clydesdales Sippin zippindale Got a sack of good, take a whiff, inhale Blaze up, hate to ball and bail Got some late cut, she sure now how to shake her tail The way I hit it, make her wanna break up And leave her man, make up And cheat again, caked her Lay low, Comfort Inn, tucked her in Next week she said she'll bring a friend Come on
[Chorus]
[Andre] Said I love my man, man man man We got our ups and downs and I'll get lonely and, and and and Wanna move move to someone who might understand, stand stand stand How to make a girl feel like Alice in Wonderland...wonderland...wanderin' Wonderin'...if she can home with guilt on her mind Really all she truly wants to know is that she still fine After they do better, better tell her, 'fo another fella Better, get, sit sit, shit shit, spit spit, hit hit
If I give you an inch, will you try for the yard? Yeah, if all my eyes see it Well, he's laughin' right now but I know that he cries It's ever changin', goes round and round, just like the wind
I was born with the mission, supposed to be impossible All my life I've heard plenty of shit, lots of bull Like you just a nigga, you'll never get a job So you best resort is either sell dope or rob
Learn how to shoot a nine before I come around Stay down on the grind, stackin' every dime Know a nigga seein' hard time Tryin' to skip these lines so everythin' I knew was big time
Before you slip slide through the dirt, great crime 'Til the church bail time, niggaz on the block like ?I gotta get mine and get serious when I'm focused? Call the curtain, you?re misplaced, lost and searchin'
I got partner servin' life, jackin' for small change Or 'cause they found the habit or couldn't maintain We're all lookin' for better things It?s amazin' the evil that cheddar bring And I heard it in my dream, as she sings
If I give you an inch, will you try for the yard? Yeah, if all my eyes see it Well, he's laughin' right now but I know that he cries It's ever changin', goes round and round, just like the wind
Situation haters, tryin' to super soak me and my cousin Look like a dirty half a dozen was bustin' and caught duckin' Slippin' with mine on safety, God, don't let 'em take me
He's bucks shake, too late for Pammy She had to get goes like an escapee It was like a dream, but I was awake, see Thank the Lord for savin' me Took one for the real trip, too greedy
I tell you y'all niggaz is shady, so packed out Y'all play yeh, write me with interest Niggaz that sick and senseless, I'm tired of all these kids Pullin' the trigger to show what they did See the world is so fucked up
Little Joey thought he had to make a kill to be cool And his best friend dropped out of school Now where could he be? Somewhere in the streets slangin' ki?s
I don't know But it's to me you motherfuckers In the dope hangin' just as many Tryin' to rap and I heard her sayin' in my dream
If I give you an inch, will you try for the yard? Yeah, if all my eyes see it Well, he's laughin' right now but I know that he cries It's ever changin', goes round and round, just like the wind
Currently events, niggaz is still doin' the same shit Drive-bys, out with them 44?s to birth [Incomprehensible] Puttin? in work Now who ain't gonna get hurt?
Bystanders, innocents, gettin? caught in the firecrossin' And lives bein? lost in The mix of ammo blastin', cars crashin', gas mashin', guns stashin' While mothers cry, the fool's laughin', get shit happen
If I give you an inch, will you try for the yard? Yeah, if all my eyes see it Well, he's laughin' right now but I know that he cries It's ever changin', goes round and round, just like the wind
If I give you an inch, will you try for the yard? Yeah, if all my eyes see it Well, he's laughin' right now but I know that he cries It's ever changin', goes round and round, just like the wind
You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you
[Slimm] New game, true flame, spit, spark and sizzle Stepped up approached clam, spoke start to chisel Hit her with the punch line guess she caught the riddle Cause I'm off to the Lake House to tickle her middle I gotta fun pack, a hundred sack, look like skittle Pop two, let's screw now she's gobbling vittles Whip cream, cherries, nuts, and a pickle, shit Me I'm burning one why she blowing the fiddle That's point game, point blank range wit yo' bitch Let my nuts hang then I point aim for yo' shit Pop lip then I point thangs and pull quick Out the back door, Mr. Chop Sticks wit yo' bitch
[Hook] You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me girl, and I'll cut you You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me girl, and I'll cut you
[Slimm] Bill Changer wit the quick hands handling thangs Mr. Slick Talk to separate the cut from the tame Girl, look your eye just to get your brain She bit, hook, line, and sinker I don't spit it the same They choose, I peek that's how plenty get slain You snooze I creep behind the tint grippin grain One rule, that's freak now she off the chain Whirlpool no sleep, girl you can't hang It's like, chicks, flicks and a six Of some purple drank and purple dank It's like tits, licks now we in the mix trying to have fun I got one big cup and two big blunts and the party's just begun I said roll it up, (uh-huh) I said pour it up!
[Hook] You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me girl, and I'll cut you
[Slimm] Back at the cut spot or should I say chop shop Rolling some top crop and working on the top notch Heard that she was table grade Don't know but she looking stable made Gotta buddy wit her working both sides of the street And they trying to work out at the Calhoun suites Call, Cool fall through cut in progress And you bring you cause these two loving my sex Still of the drank leaning, (uh-huh) Still got these hoes steamin, (uh-huh) It's like, chicks, flicks and a six Of some purple drank and purple dank It's like tits, licks now we in the mix trying to have fun I got one big cup and two big blunts and the party's just begun I said roll it up, (uh-huh) I said pour it up!
[Hook] You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me girl, and I'll cut you You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me girl, and I'll cut you Chicks, flicks and a six Of some purple drank and purple dank It's like tits, licks now we in the mix trying to have fun I got one big cup and two big blunts and the party's just begun I said roll it up, (uh-huh) I said pour it up!
[Hook] You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me girl, and I'll cut you You cut me Slimm, and I'll cut you You cut me girl, and I'll cut you
[CHORUS x2] To all the hustlers that be movin the sacks To all the gangstas (let me hear you bust your gats) Let me hear you bust your gats (This is for my niggas choppin it up in the traps)
[VERSE 1: Pauly Calhoun] Close the blinds, grab the scales and check the weight Man, we dope like duct tape, cocaine straight We ain't scared to ride dirty, we got product to sell And we known to take chances, put you under the jail See, my cousin taught cats how to run traps And was the first to set em off with them ready sacks So we gon' keep collectin loot from the hot spots So I can cop my pops a masterpiece Rolex watch
[VERSE 2: Big Cuz Calhoun a/k/a K.B.] Uh, Big Cuz gon' keep it real as I can I never killed a man but tortured niggas ass so that they understand I run up in yo house to smack your bitch Like, "Hush up, before I bust yo ass, show me the shit" I ain't in this muthafucka to play I came to get the lley So goddammit, make my day I'm a Southeast gorilla Up strap you bust a nigga If not, you'se a busta nigga Be a gangsta
[CHORUS x2]
[VERSE 3: Lucky Calhoun] We Martell-dwellin, sellin out the backdo' Can't let my mama know But in the hood, yo, it bees like that Havin visions of a fat-ass crib, a Benz and 2 chrome gats These niggas bust back There's some rules on these streets that we go by You don't get high off your own supply When you catch that traitor look that hater dead in his eye Kiss his ass bye-bye before you let one fly To all the hustlers..
[VERSE 4: Slimm Calhoun a/k/a Briand Calhoun] D-boys come out and play Who got the weed now, who got the lley? A-ha, d-boys come out and play Who got the work and who got the pay? Location unknown, still in the woods with the goods Playmaker, Mister Bill Changer, Work Slanger Pressure Point Pusher, one on the block, one looker A half in the cooker, two crabs and we shook em We cap all work and snatch all skirts You can get jaw-jabbed and jerked for your jewels Weight on the tool, we break and take rooks to school It's gon' be hell when the Calhouns come through
[VERSE 5: Freddy Calhoun a/k/a Cool Breeze] Now I'm next to the oldest cousin who showed out on Thanksgiving And didn't like what my daddy bought me and got a whipping on Christmas Cause I'm welfare-instated, late rent-related We from government homes, apartment-educated Man, you can catch me at the Embassy Suites or Marriot Fairfield Cause real cool, cool cuttas keep a hotel bill I roll with 10 girls called 10 deep who know what up That if you leave with a cutta, then you wann' get cut
[Slimm Calhoun] Y'all playin with this game And it's a damn shame Yeah
[Slimm Calhoun] This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it If your heart ain't in it, caught up in this world spinnin Before you started you was finished, dehydrated and deplenished Niggaz is all washed up without a swallow in they cup Cause everytime a chicken cluck, you trickin a buck You pressed your luck and got stuck, fuckin up the re-up That's the ones with big talk and no game Spendin chips but no change All the dope and no caine War stories but no pain The same ones that pop lip then flag ship Then gotta hip skip before real niggaz pop clips You better hop hip
[CHORUS] (Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well)
[KM] Niggaz slum and slimmed out [SC] Chevy's is primed out [KM] Hit traps and grind out [SC] What's poppin, let's find out
(Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well)
[KM] College Park [SC] to Adamsville [KM] Calhoun [SC] and Killa Kill [KM] Got 'dro and plenty pills [SC] Cuttin blows, hoes and dip
(Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well)
[Killer Mike] In God I trust and in the crowds I bust Smokin weed to calm down, I'm so blown off dust It's harder to feel pain when my brains is mush I know it's fucked up how fathers turn they back on us And our sick sad mamas smoking crack on up Slime-ass po-po right in the back of us Connected muthafuckas got better crack than us But rich muthafuckas ain't gon' mash like us Hear sirens coming and continue to bust
[Slimm Calhoun] Lustful ways, livin in these mistrustful days Who said crime don't pay, niggaz out here cockin k's Don't drop, they spray, one shot, you lay, toxic waste One pine box, one case, I'll block yo place
[Killer Mike] I beat niggaz senseless for Jordans and sixty dollars Pinned hoes' toes to the earlobes and collars In the back of a Impala, all to deliver pain Twist her frame and hear her holler So savage that it's gettin harder For me to see redemption in tomorrow So far from God that I'm finding righteous paths hard to follow I'm gulping vodka, I'm killin sorrow in the bottom of a sky bottle So depressed and sick and Slimm young and gifted I'm just sick and twisted
[CHORUS]
[Slimm Calhoun] Corner-clockin, in the backroom work-choppin From Biscayne to Boat rockin, one-stop shoppin Guarded by glock and cash, ain't no stoppin They party pill-droppin till all the drawers droppin 'dro-ed up, my niggaz stay poured up, sho nuff Hold up, big bank we fold up, so who wanna roll up? We got that heat, so you better drop that beef Before they pop and sweep your whole block in one heap Stay at the gun show in a Range cockin new thangs Like we out west, playa, down to whoo-bang Come on!
[Hook: x2] You roll deep, creep and get high Roll without your heat, sleep and you die Cause everybody wants a piece of tha pie Only one life to live, only one life to live
[Slimm] I kick it with big money niggaz, big heat gunners 2-4-7 street runners, slick talking stunners Niggaz who'll melt your ice, and snatch your wife Take your life, all for a price, that's right See the grind been real, what's a hustler without steele? That's like a rapper wit' no deal A millionaire wit' no scrill Simple niggaz stay small time, nickel and dime And I gotta have it all if i'm comitting the crime Otherwise hustlin' just ain't worth mine It's an all out grind baby, it's an all out grind
[G-Rock] Still on the grind, all out on a mission for mines O.G.'s knocking fed time i'm still chasing da shine Nineteen living a dream marine green, pearl all white guts Living my life like what, wit' sixty sacks in my nuts I slang lyrics like P's and keys for G's of course And won't go hoarse, spit hot hits like sauce I come across, make you and your boss get loss Now tell me this, don't want to fuck with two Scorpios and a Sagittarius Fully equipped wit' a stinga, red beama Accurately take you and your whole teama
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[C-Smooth] Yeah, only onelife to live, so I live itlike it love it Don't owe a nigga shit so small talk I stay above it When you see on da streets I maybe lay back in a zone Only business on my mind Planning to buy a yacht and a home So to anybody having any itty bitty objections The world's contrast, nigga just stay to your selection
[Slimm] I gotta passion for getting currency I keep my eye on the coin at all time Oh these chips trying to make them all mines So if the price of stock drop I got enough to re-cop Never do we rock, see we stock Beat rap to tracks 'till the coco bubble and pop From soft to hard that's how the cookie get dropped An all out grinder stays on top so believe me We stay cheesy, you can ask Cool Breeze how his partnas in the CP play Me and ChamDon doin' it the G way Jumped the 500 scudded, these broads got game so they gonna run it First thang I saw was a three-piece Thinking damn we three deep, got my eye on miss petite Headed to the Calhoun suites wit' these treats You know around the corner from Jesse Draper Where I pulled my first paper caper All my niggaz about grinding, but never small time in That's how the southside stay shining, stay shining!
