Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - Slums

[sample is cut up]
"Please baby, please don`t leave"

[R. Prophit]
We rappers in 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 humerous bout the things they would never have
Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold 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 with magnesium, but still I ain`t feelin straight
Some mo` had murdered my granddad over real-estate

[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background]
Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums...
Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums...
Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...

[Big V]
Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out
Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house
Ran how 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 rap shit, 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 rooms tonight!

[Hook - 2X]

[Scales]
Now once again, you see me layin down the law
These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle gotta fall
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]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - Slums [sample is cut up] "Please baby, please don`t leave" [R. Prophit] We rappers in 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 humerous bout the things they would never have Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold 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 with magnesium, but still I ain`t feelin straight Some mo` had murdered my granddad over real-estate [Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background] Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums... Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums... Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... [Big V] Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house Ran how 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 rap shit, 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 rooms tonight! [Hook - 2X] [Scales] Now once again, you see me layin down the law These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle gotta fall 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] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Slums: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/15946.html Все тексты песен: Nappy Roots » Nappy Roots - Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny » Nappy Roots - One Forty » Nappy Roots - Life`s A Bitch » Nappy Roots - Intro » Nappy Roots - awnaw \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - Hustla » Nappy Roots - awnaw3 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - Lac Dogs & Hogs » Nappy Roots - Watermelon, Chicken, & Gritz » Nappy Roots - Leave This Morning » Nappy Roots - Sholiz » Nappy Roots - One Forty » Nappy Roots - Headz Up (Refried) » Nappy Roots - Work in Progress » Nappy Roots - Blowin` Trees » Nappy Roots - These Walls » Nappy Roots - Headz Up (Refried) » Nappy Roots - Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny » Nappy Roots - My Ride » Nappy Roots - Life`s a B**** Рекомендуем скачать: » с аккордами Рефлекс, Reflex - Сойти с ума » с аккордами Крематорий - Мир, полный любви » с аккордами Фролова Елена - Не взыщи, мои признанья грубы » Светлана Агеева - Маргарите Петровой » с аккордами Александр Розенбаум - Подмосковное танго » Сергей Никитин, Дмитрий Сухарев - Куплю тебе платье такое... » с аккордами Крематорий - Дом "Голубые Глаза" » с аккордами Александр Журбин - Не пробуждай » с аккордами Сектор Газа - Любовь загробная » с аккордами Машина Времени - Он был старше ее » Сергей Яцуненко - Ялта » Сергей Булгаков - Уже сыграла нам труба... » с аккордами Аркадий Лебедев - Чудный сон » с аккордами Визбор Юрий - Вот и начинается беда » с аккордами Евгений Коблик - Верховажье » Солодуха Александр - Непутевая » с аккордами Кино, Виктор Цой - Ночь » Сергей Максименко - Мой дом открыт любому ветру... » С.Ротару - Для тех, кто ждёт » с аккордами Толкинутые песни - Ангэлен
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