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Red Clay
100
Hip-Hop/Rap
Red Clay was released on February 10, 2001 by Elektra Records as a part of the album The Skinny
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Release DateFebruary 10, 2001
LabelElektra Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slimm Calhoun
Slimm Calhoun
Vocals
G-Rock
G-Rock
Background Vocals
Chanz Parkman
Chanz Parkman
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
André Benjamin
André Benjamin
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Brian Loving
Brian Loving
Songwriter
David Sheats
David Sheats
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earthtone III
Earthtone III
Producer
Jason Stokes
Jason Stokes
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Kevin Parker
Kevin Parker
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Have you ever been stuck in Red Clay?
Have you ever been down South this way?
Cause **** down here don't wanna play
Southern country boys from around the way
Straight to the forefront, never holding back
Mr. DJ on the track so I can't slack, in fact
I constantly hold more brain than the gins army
Never shall you harm me, angel protecting
Yo, but fools wouldn't alarm me
I got you stuck like super glue
You had no clue, no need for beefing in my stew
I got a crew down to do dirt, hurt you and yo monkey
Beat you down like junkie
That's the high, now we got the munchies
Steady smacking fast mouths out doors, I close
I chose my foes
Finger fuck bitch **** like hoes
So I suppose there's many, plenty that envy little skinny
We got enemies, we down south, drinking Hennessy
Hey, back 'em up, break 'em down like a compound, nah
Shake 'em up like an earthquake 'til they fall down
Then smoke 'em out like a pig in a blanket
Yeah, roast his ass like a turkey by a bank
See I did more dirt than the old maid
Get rougher and tougher than leather but smooth like suede
Got the power to crush you like the abominable snowman
Then grind your ass like glass back to sand
As I map out and diagram my hit
I'ma calculate the many ways a body can split
As I look you in yo face and spit
I'm gon' watch you fall through this bottomless pit
So who you laughing at, jack? Cause the joke's on you
Claiming true coming down this way in the coupe like that, ****
Well let me get loose and spit my verbal juice on tracks
I raps for G stacks in packs, we pack Macs
For those who slack and wack, acting, who got your back?
I don't need my boys to bruise you
Kick a verse and lose you
Make you boohoo, control your brain like lyrical voodoo
That's how I screw you, so who do you want to see?
Not me, you got no more sight than Stevie, believe me
So many wanna beat me
From the Southside of the A
We blaze purple haze in many days
In many ways rhyme pays
My mind will drive you through my wavelengths
Thoughts hit you hard like pavement
Me and my ****, yeah, we stay bent
Coming through worldwide but you can find me locally, down south
Run your mouth in my house and get tossed out
I heard you said we was slow, check the flow
I got more in store, down south this way
Getting paid where we stay
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Brian Loving, David Sheats
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