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Slimm Calhoun - The Skinny lyrics
Well he's laughing right now but I know that he cries He says it's changin, goes like the wind, just like the wind [Slimm Calhoun] I was born with the mission, supposed to be impossible All my life I've heard plenty of shit, lots of bull like you just a nigga, you'll never get a job so you best be at sellin dope or rob Learn how to shoot a nine before I come around Stay down on the ground, sackin every dime Know a nigga seein hard time Tryin to skip these lines so everything I knew was big time Before you slip n slide in the dirt Great crime, til the church fell down on the niggaz on the block I gotta get mine to get serious when I'm focused Call the curtain and misplaced all the searchin I got partner servin life Jackin for small change or cause they foundthe habit or couldn't maintain We're all lookin for better things And I heard it in my dream, as she sings [chorus] If I give you an inch will you try for the yard Yeah, if my eyes see it Well he's laughingright now but I know that he cries He says it's changin, goes like the wind, just like the wind [Slimm Calhoun] Situation haters, tryin to superface me and my cousin Like a dirty half a dozen was buzzin and caught duckin Slippin with mine ain't safe God don't let 'em take me He's bucks shake, too late for Pammy, she had to get goin Like an escaper, it was like a train when I was away Thank the lord for savin me Took one for the real trip, too greedy I tell you y'all niggazis shady, so packed out Y'all play me, fight me with niggazthat sick and consistant I'm tired of all these kids pullin the trigger to show what they did Kids in world is so fucked up Little Joey thought he had to make a kill to be cool And his best friend dropped out of school Now where could he be, somewhere in the streets slangin keys? I don'tknow But it's to me you motherfuckers, in the dope hangin just as many tryin to rap And I heard a sayin, in my dream [chorus] [Slimm Calhoun] Currently bitch niggaz is still doin the same shit Drivebys, get some fo-fos since birth Clickin work, now, who ain't gonna get hurt Bystanders, innocent, gettin caught in the firecrossin And lives bein lost in the mix of ammo blastin, cars crashin, gas mashin, guns stashin while mothers cry The fools laughin, get shit happen [chorus 2x] |
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