black zheep dz – mr. slick lyrics
(intro)
i came in, so i’mma go out. ya feel me?
(verse)
born a slick n-gg-, i’mma die one
first time i seen a trigger is the time i shot one
and that’s how the song goes, the beep beep the bong goes
with that base that was in my brudha bronco bronco
been livin’ to die great, that’s all i eva wanted
livin’ to die great, even that said a hunnit
and on some sh-t i couldn’t measure, well that’s only for eva
but i’mma keep my mind shock till i f-ckin’ hit a sever
and i got many girls who f-ck with me, and n-gg-s who don’t
but who don’t, you’d be a fool to think they all love ya
meanwhile i’m too busy for a ghetty gettin’ busy
cause even when that b-tch hot, her heart is ice fridgy
(hook x2)
born a slick n-gg-, i’mma die one
first time i seen a trigger is the time i shot one
it’s h-ll on earth, but we still livin’ under god, son
don’t know a blessin’ till you really got one
(bridge)
and we be creeping on the way, don’t make a sound
don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound
dreamin’, comin’ up, they try to shoot ’em down
then we was pullin’ up, just to shoot ’em down
(verse)
now i took a breather, now they want a feature
now n-gg-s buy that houston, pour liters, we’re payn, believe us
i’m still that same yungin’ that was tryna pull a keisha
for now i’m makin’ heaters just so you can feel my fever
you’re my flu. can’t no otha n-gg- walk it, feel my shoe
the ladies give me rhythm, let the ladies give me blues
like the lean in my step cause the wayne and his crew
and the alley where they hunger feel lies and drunk brew
i got to high-school, f-ck a paper bein’ due
what they do is friday, n-gg- what you tryna do
me and my homie juice, we got trups and the juice
and if ya hope we hittin’ sumth, betta hope that idn’t you
or you
(hook x2)
born a slick n-gg-, i’mma die one
first time i seen a trigger is the time i shot one
it’s h-ll on earth, but we still livin’ under god, son
don’t know a blessin’ till you really got one
(bridge)
and we be creeping on the way, don’t make a sound
don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound
dreamin’, comin’ up, they try to shoot ’em down
then we was pullin’ up, just to shoot ’em down
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