Slump Lyrics

OutKast


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Antwan Patton, Jamahr Williams
album: Track 7 in album Aquemini
release date: 1998-9-28
popularity : 14 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Reggae/Gangsta/Soul/Conscious
length: 5:09
producer: OutKast
guest lead vocals: Jamahr Williams and Frederick Bell
lead vocals: Big Boi
guest background vocals: Theresa Hightower and Seven Sirius Benjamin
mixer: Neal Pogue
recorded by: John Frye, Ralph Cacciurri and Neal Pogue
additional recorded by: Jason Rome, Jason Stokes and Alberto Perez
guest bass guitar: Preston Crump
additional mixer: Claudine Pontier
guest acoustic guitar & guitar: Donny Mathis

Cover Art

OutKast Aquemini cover art
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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 is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay

I'm strictly stressin 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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin 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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

****, cops and robbers *****s 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 your suspension
And your baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget 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

I'm strictly stressin 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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin 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 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 *** partner get both of us shot
*****s talking cause they making 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'mma take some of this money, go and give some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinking bout a path to pave

I'm strictly stressin 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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin 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 hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 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