Slump

Baby gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta eat Yeah, yeah, off the top (off the top) Slick pot (slick pot), know about it (know about it) Its all back (it's all back), come on (come on, come on) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah- From front to back street, listen, we on a mission To get right, workin' street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that I'm with whatever like Wheatstraw Stuck servin' my cocaine raw Drop 62 off the brick, jump back 20 over now that's mo' money to get Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin' caught But time keep on slippin' and money gettin' short Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin' (fuck him) That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin But I make moves (make moves), shake them tricks up out they shoestrings Be mo' precise when we do things 'Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay (okay) I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gon' represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" When we see cops I'm stressin' dirty dirty Gon' represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" When we see cops Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents (cents) They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent (rent) Anything goin' you ain't knowin' how much money you spent (spent) But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents Who hang around you 'cause you be buyin' all the weed and all the chicken Feedin' everybody, smokin' em out When you was broke though they was missin' Now you ridin' bout fo' deep, startin to tear up your suspension And your baby mamma on child support, my fault, forgot to mention You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it Continue to sell dope, it's payin' the bills so you gon' do it But legislation got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined Now where your crew at? Yeah, yeah, yeah- I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gon' represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" When we see cops I'm stressin' dirty dirty Gon' represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" When we see cops Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we serving 'em slabs We better watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab And quit re-ing up and standing on this same old block Before our gangsta ass partner get both of us shot Niggas talking 'cause they makin' some flow But still ain't did nothing that ain't been done before You can't be trying to showcase, just put it down for your spot And improvise and work with that little you got So I think when I finish selling my last sack I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back 'Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, know wa' m'sayin'? And start thinking bout a path to pave (woo) I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gon' represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" When we see cops I'm stressin' dirty dirty Gon' represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" When we see cops This is a lil' tone that we composed Back on the first album I know lot' ya'll uh, players out there Thought we ain't gonna come back atcha ya'll with this thing here but It gonna look something like this