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