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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nappy Roots
Nappy Roots
Performer
CJ "Voodou" Henry
CJ "Voodou" Henry
Background Vocals
B. Stille
B. Stille
Vocals
Big V
Big V
Vocals
R. Prophet
R. Prophet
Vocals
Ron Clutch
Ron Clutch
Vocals
Scales
Scales
Vocals
Skinny Deville
Skinny Deville
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Chambers
J. Chambers
Songwriter
M. Adams
M. Adams
Songwriter
R. Anthony
R. Anthony
Songwriter
V. Tisdale
V. Tisdale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Caren
Mike Caren
Executive Producer
Thomas Bricker
Thomas Bricker
Creative Director
Terrance Camp
Terrance Camp
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Brad Todd
Brad Todd
Mixing Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Josh Butler
Josh Butler
Mixing Engineer
Manny Marraquin
Manny Marraquin
Mixing Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Troy Johnson
Troy Johnson
Mixing Engineer
James "Groove" Chambers
James "Groove" Chambers
Producer
Biz Steward
Biz Steward
Recording Engineer
Block Briggs
Block Briggs
Recording Engineer
Mike Poole
Mike Poole
Recording Engineer
Michelle Roy
Michelle Roy
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

"Please baby, please don't leave" (R. Prophit) We represent 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 on us bout the things that we never had Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Coke 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 of Magnesia, but still I ain't feelin straight Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate (Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background) Represent the slums... represent the slums... Represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... Represent the slums... represent the slums... Represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... (Big V) Bupm it, if I put it out - suck it, if I pull it out Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house Ran what 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 rattle snake, 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 rules tonight! (Hook) - 2X (Scales) Now once again, you see me layin down the law These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle got a flaw 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!) (Hook)
Writer(s): James Chambers, Melvin Adams, Kenneth Anthony, Vito Tisdale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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