Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - Slums

[R. Prophit]
We represent 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 on us bout the things that we never had
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 of Magnesia, 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]
Bump it, if I put it out - suck it, 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 rules 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 [R. Prophit] We represent 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 on us bout the things that we never had 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 of Magnesia, 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] Bump it, if I put it out - suck it, 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 rules 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/113/1/15976.html Все тексты песен: Nappy Roots » Nappy Roots - Be On Yo Way » Nappy Roots - Country Boyz » Nappy Roots - Blowin` Trees » Nappy Roots - Sholiz » Nappy Roots - Aw Naw » Nappy Roots - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut (soun » Nappy Roots - awnaw2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - Roll Again » Nappy Roots - Nappy Roots Day » Nappy Roots - My Ride » Nappy Roots - Headz Up (Refried) » Nappy Roots - Start it Over » Nappy Roots - Kentucky Mud » Nappy Roots - ho down \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - Riches to Rags (Mmmkay) » Nappy Roots - War/Peace » Nappy Roots - Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny » Nappy Roots - Roun` the Globe [Collipark Remix] » Nappy Roots - These Walls » Nappy Roots - Roun` the Globe Рекомендуем скачать: » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РўР°Рє РЈСЃС‚СЂРѕРµРЅ РС‚РѕС‚ РњРёСЂ (Р СѓСЃСЃРєР°СЏ РІРµСЂСЃРёСЏ Never let you go) » Рада и Терновник - Ржавые кольца на влажной земле » Руки Вверх - Думала » Раиса Нурмухаметова - О, здравствуй, мужчина » Руслан Шмаков - Праздник, который всегда с тобой » Розенбаум Александр - ЯРМАРКА » РњР°РєSРёРј - РўСЂСѓРґРЅС‹Р№ Р’РѕР·СЂР°СЃС‚ » Руслана - Дикi танцi » Руслан Руф - Терзания слушателя подготовительных курсов мединститута, который к тому же пишет песни » Рада и Терновник - В ледяных пещерах Питера » Руки Вверх - Раз, два, три, четыре, пять! » Розенбаум Александр - ГАСТРОЛЬНАЯ » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РЇР±Р»РѕРЅРµРІС‹Р№ Р’РµС‡РµСЂ » Роберт Александров - У дома старинной закладки... » Руслан Руф - О жизни » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - Р“СЂСѓСЃС‚РЅР°СЏ РџРµСЃРЅСЏ » Ратмир Шишков (Фабрика звезд-4) - Не любишь » Револьверз - Доброе утро, малыш » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Если был бы в доме сыр... » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РџРѕР»РЅР°СЏ Р›СѓРЅР°
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