Letra

Slacker, a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime I know one thing, man, I'm gonna have my kicks Before the whole shit house goes up in flame You know what I'm sayin'? Eat, drink and be merry, tomorrow you may die That's what life's about, man, good times, a little salad Yo yo, I'm a product of reaganomics, neurotic They sayin' homage is gone up, inhaling chronic The oddest I'm stayin' honest, I'm 'bout to make it famous So you can take that J, O, B and you can shove it up your anus I ain't never understood how the world works But I always understood why the girls twerk For a baller not a nine to five Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece Out to take your lip off chief, with my peeps We ruthless, if you got money then deuce it Goofs get toothless, with loose off two fifths, we useless I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough Sneak in the concert, trip and make 'em stop the show We gots to go, push me and I sock the po' Gettin' the bail from my parents is impossible (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? Now you can tell by my everyday fits, I ain't rich I sneak with a piece when I grit I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix Tryna take your dollar and your 15 cents, I grind with a pistol I stay rid of you lames, y'all gay, I play video games all day When Kans City Mo brangs, it's gritty slow game We diddy-bop with really no change, y'all pay And people holla, how you do that there Why your pants hanging low, and why you grew that hair? Lightin' a bleezle or with my people ridin' a Regal Always in trouble with coppers 'cause we drivin' illegal I ain't never givin' them lee-way to hear me nay The judicial assembly's gay hey I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day Tryin' get with Def Jam, Loud or MCA (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? Yo yo check Get to the party and my homies got to pay for me Holidays them just be another day for me Gettin drunk, hopin' I get to the crib safely Pray for me, 'cause I'm needin' money majorly Sit at home watchin' MTV with a empty P O, c, k, e, t, I mp3 everything that I hear on the streets Never buy it, don't deny it, I'm the fear I'ma be You say get a job? I say hit a knob 'Cause the way you run the world is every bit a fraud So what you askin' me? You get no tax from me I got whites, natives, and Mexicans, and blacks with me I'm tryin' get up there with Master P, pass the D 'Cause that's the way it has to be We bust to be free, we trust to be G So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker
Writer(s): Aaron Yates, Femi Ojetunde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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