OutKast, Backbone, Cool Breeze - Slump lyrics

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 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
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' (fuck 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
Gon' 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

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 and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!"
When we see cops

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 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
Gon' 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

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 and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!"
When we see cops

Ay, 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 partner 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, knowmsayin'?
And start thinkin' 'bout a path to pave

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 and the 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 and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!"
When we see cops

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!