Slump

Lyrics

[Intro: Backbone & Theresa Hightower] Baby gotta eat Yeah (Yeah) Off the top (Off the top) Slic Patna (Slic Patna) Know about it (Know about it) Jump back (Jump back) Come on (Come on, come on) Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Backbone] From front to back street, listen, we on a mission To get right, work the street corner in the midnight Picture the scene – these fiends With five, 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 Slic, we finna lick on this corner without gettin' caught But time keep a-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, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings We more precise when we do things 'Cause life like shakin' the dice, but I buck back twice Like five-deuce, four-trey – okay [Chorus: Backbone] 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 in a sweet spot And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 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 in a sweet spot And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops [Verse 2: Big Boi] Shit, cops and robbers, niggas 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 weed and all the chicken Feedin' everybody, smokin' 'em out – When you was broke, though, they was missin' Now you ridin' 'bout four deep, startin' to tear up your suspension And your baby mama 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 [Chorus: Backbone] 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 in a sweet spot And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 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 in a sweet spot And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops [Verse 3: Cool Breeze] Ayy, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin' '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 partna get both of us shot Niggas talkin', 'cause they making some flow But still ain't did nothin' that ain't been done befo' 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'm'sayin'? And start thinkin' 'bout a path to pave [Chorus: Backbone] 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 in a sweet spot And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops 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 in a sweet spot And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops [Segue: Big Boi] This is uh… a lil'… tune that we composed back on the first album I know a lot of y'all, uh, playas out there thought We wasn't gon' come back at y'all with this thang here, but… It go a lil' some' like this...!