Текст песни Tech N9ne - Slacker

Party In Da Shark
Жанр: Rap / Hip-Hop / Gangsta Rap
Исполнитель: Tech N9ne
Альбом: Party In Da Shark
Длительность: 04:23
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Загрузил: darkshark13021996


[Chorus:] I'm a slacker, never did I have a lot of dough? I'm a slacker, smoking pot and watchin' videos I'm a slacker, go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in I'm just letting' you know That I'm a slacker, every time I take a look around I'm a slacker, stuck upon my face is a frown I don't do enough, I just fool around You all can go to hell, how does that sound? [Verse 1] I'm a product of Reaganomics neurotic they sayin' I'm it just got up inhaling chronic The oddest I'm staying honest I'm about to make it famous So you can take that J.O.B. and You can shove it up your anus. I ain't never understood how the world works But I always understood why The girls twirk for a baller not a 9 to 5 Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece Out to take yo lip off chief With my peeps we ruthless If you got money induce it goofs get toothless We loose off 2 fifths we useless I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough Sneak in the concert trip and make 'em stop the show We got ta go, push me and I'll sock the po Getting' the bail my parents is impossible [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now you can tell by my everyday fits I ain't rich I sneak with a piece when I grit I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix Tryin' to take your dollar and your 15 cents (I grind with a pistol) I stay rid of you lames (yaw gay) and play Video games (all day) what Kansas City, MO brangs Is gritty slow gain we ditty bop wit really no change (yaw pay) And people holla how you do that there Why your pants hangin' low and why you grew that hair Lightin' a bleezle with my people Ridin' a regal always in trouble wit coppers cause we drivin' illegal And I ain't never giving them lee way To hem me nay the judicial assembly's Gay (hay) I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day Tryin' to get with Def Jam. Loud or MCA [Chorus] [Verse 3] Get to the party and my homies gotta pay 4 me Holidays them just be another day 4 me Getting' drunk hoping I get to the crilla safely Pray 4 me cause I'm needing money majorly I sit at home watching MTV Wit a empty P.O.C.K.E.T. I MP3 Everything that I hear on the streets Never buy it don't deny it I'm the fear I'm a beast You say get a job, I say hit a knob 'cause the way you run the world is every bit of fraud So what you ask of me? You get no tax from me I got whites native and Mexican and blacks with me I'm tryin' to get up there with Master P. pass the D. 'cause that's the way it has to be We bust 2 B free, we trust who be G. So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me [Chorus 2x]
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