Slumped Up (feat. Keak Da Sneak, Mistah F.A.B., Too Short & Tuff Da Goon) - J-Diggs: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Slumped Up (feat. Keak Da Sneak, Mistah F.A.B., Too Short & Tuff Da Goon)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Slumped Up (feat. Keak Da Sneak, Mistah F.A.B., Too Short & Tuff Da Goon) was released on September 23, 2008 by Sumo Productions as a part of the album Ghostride the Whip

Song Details

AlbumGhostride the Whip

Release DateSeptember 23, 2008

LabelSumo Productions

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM99

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

J-Diggs

Performer

Mistah F.A.B.

Performer

Thizz Nation 29

Thizz Nation 29

Performer

Too $hort

Performer

Tuff Da Goon

Rap

Keak da Sneak

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Keak Da Sneak

Composer

Mistah F.A.B.

Composer

Thizz Nation 29

Thizz Nation 29

Composer

Too $hort

Composer

Tuff Da Goon

Composer

Lyrics

We be leaded in the club, ****, home of the A's

Pockets full of thizz, turn the club to a rave

Rollin' up perp at the ball, high as Mars

All in your city at your club like it's sauce

Drinkin' out the champagne bucket

VIP lounge with the rippers and they cousins

I'm thinkin' shorty in the knee-high boots

I know a **** kinda high, but I think I see a cooch

Ain't she even hold hands?

With a lil hot mama, need to pull up a pinch

Poppin' collars down south

Them **** lovin' to bang like ice grillz in they mouth

It's Town Bidness, baby, we watchin' out them stunna shadez

I'm from the Bay, get yo square ass out the way

I'm in the big ball with big rims and valet peezy

I got a suite full of E's, trees, and MGD's

And 40 cal, 40 cal, try to call your uncle Miles

We hit the licks, we from Oakland, you'll learn quick

Never touch the bitch, we never fall asleep for shit

Just keep it real, and you won't get nobody killed

Girls, girls, put your purse up

Playas, playas, put your turf up

Hatas, hatas, put your arms down

We gettin' butter now, we gettin' butter now

Ay man, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh

Ay man, uh-uh-uh, slumped up

Ay man, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, ay man, uh-uh-uh

($hort Dogg, this slumped up pimpin')

She got an Oakland face, with the Oakland booty

That's a big fat blunt that you smoking, give it to me

The music got you acting all stupid and shit

But a real pimp knows what to do with a bitch

Turn her inside out, upside down

Most of these hoes wanna fuck right now

Lil bitch, you must be losing your mind

You way out of line, if you ain't choosing this time

Ho up, you make me sick, I wanna throw up

You's a punk ass bitch, you need to grow up

I'm $hort Dog, I don't start no shit

Even though I'm getting older, I'm still hard on a bitch

Think you hard? Clame it

Bang it, yell it out loud, don't be scared to name it

You know they love it, they wanna be it

Throw it up high, let everybody see it

Girls, girls, put your purse up

Playas, playas, put your turfs up

Hatas, hatas, put your arms down

We gettin' butter now, we gettin' butter now

Uh-uh-uh, slumped up

Uh-uh-uh, slumped up

Uh-uh-uh, slumped up

(Keak Da Sneak, East Oakland, baby)

Slumped up

I'm from the Town, stickin' everything though

Dumb where I'm from, you ain't gotta tell me where to go

Man up, sideshow, movin' with my ride slow

Tough to go, V Fab and ratatata

Keep your mouth closed, eyes open

Super hyphy, man, the people champ, times Oakland

Ride gang, gang, take it, take it, take it

Proof it's in the fud, stop buying dreams, make it say rrrrr

Yellow bus rida, representin' for thizz

I'm a big shot, like tough as chalk

Hatin' on the squad, mayne, you may come up short

Security, you better let me in

See, this is me and my friends, we got a G in our hand

Look at me and my family, dumbest viva la band

Hella deep in the fam, with the beat and the slam

Stop the middle of the street, hop out and gig with my fans

That's my patna, my dude, my cuzle, yeah, that's my man

Man, I miss the Fab, man the Fabby Davis

When they play this in the song, crack babies go crazy

Hyphy, huffy, saucy, stubby

Stuey-quey-quey-quey-quey, stupid hella dummy

Hotter than yadada, jump over the groupie

Red monkeys and veezles, Louis and Gucci

Girls, girls, put your purse up

Playas, playas, put your turf up

Hatas, hatas, put your arms down

We gettin' butter now, we gettin' butter now

Uh-uh-uh, slumped up

Uh-uh-uh, slumped up

Uh-uh-uh, slumped up

Uh-uh-uh, slumped up

Written by: Keak Da Sneak, Mistah F.A.B., Thizz Nation 29, Too $hort, Tuff Da Goon

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