Slump Lyrics

OutKast


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
writers: Tony Williams
album: Track 7 in album Aquemini
release date: 1998-9-28
popularity : 2 users have visited this page.
length: 5:09
acoustic guitar: Donny Mathis
guitar: Donny Mathis
guest instrument: Donny Mathis, Preston Crump
bass guitar: Preston Crump
mix: Neal Pogue
additional mix: Claudine Pontier
producer: OutKast
recording: John Frye, Ralph Cacciurri, Neal Pogue
additional recording: Jason Rome, Jason Stokes, Alberto Perez
lead vocals: Frederick Bell, Jamahr Williams, Big Boi
guest vocal: Jamahr Williams, Seven Sirius Benjamin, Theresa Hightower, Frederick Bell
background vocals: Seven Sirius Benjamin, Theresa Hightower

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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' (**** 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

[Chorus: x2]
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

Sheyit
Cops and robbers *****z 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 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]

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 *** partna get both of us shot
*****z 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

[Chorus]

Track Listing

  • 1 Hold On, Be Strong
  • 2 Return of the "G"
  • 3 Rosa Parks
  • 4 Skew It on the Bar-B
  • 5 Aquemini
  • 6 Synthesizer
  • 7 Slump
  • 8 West Savannah
  • 9 Da Art of Storytellin', Part 1
  • 10 Da Art of Storytellin', Part 2
  • 11 Mamacita
  • 12 SpottieOttieDopaliscious
  • 13 Y'all Scared
  • 14 Nathaniel
  • 15 Liberation
  • 16 Chonkyfire