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Cook Barbara - Slump lyrics
[backbone]
 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 wit whateva like wheatstraw
 Stuck servin my cocaine raw
 Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
 Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
 Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin caught
 But time, keep a sleepin 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 -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
 Be more precise when we do things
 Cause life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
 Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
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 I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty
 Gone represent it to the t-top
 Born and bred up on the street top
 Get to the money and the sweet spot
 And forever hollerin
 "hootie hoo!" when we see cops
 [big boi]
 Sheyit
 Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents
 They get in a slump like baseball players
 When they short on they rent
 Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money you spent
 But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
 Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weedCook Barbara - Slump - http://motolyrics.com/cook-barbara/slump-lyrics.html
 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 yo' suspension
 And your baby mamma on child support
 My fault, forget to mention
 You don't even have a checkin account
 Wasn't thinkin 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..
Chorus
 [cool breeze]
 Ay
 Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs
 We better watch what we doin, and look out for joe nab
 And quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block
 Before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot
 Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow
 But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo'
 You can't be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot
 And improvise and work with that little you got
 So I think when I finish sellin 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, knowmsayin? 
 And start thinkin bout a path to pave
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