Wyclef Jean, H1 Da Hook, Jazzy Amra - Slums lyrics
[Wyclef Jean, H1 Da Hook, Jazzy Amra - Slums lyrics]
Dearly beloved i wanna dedicate this song
To all my refugees around the world
My shottas my Zoe's
HM, and all the sets around the world
One gang now
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
Life's like a carnival every day
But we stay sucker-free, no clown face
'Cause them boys Bugs Bunny
Jumpin' for the carrots
Repeating everything to the Feds like parrots
But all I see's the future ahead
A new start like when I cut off my dreads
Statistically, I ain't even supposed
To be here
Bad Christmas, I never seen no reindeer
You beat me, we all got our ego
You sniffin' on that Hulk though
Lou Ferrigno
We go ape, y'all just pose like ya'll killers
I know King Kong when I see him
Y'all Magilla Gorillas
Ever had to face pressure?
Squeeze the crack so far up your ass
That you woke up with a ulcer
Yeah, them the homies that I know
They either deported or they ain't
Comin' home no more
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna make it out the slums
And turn our dreams into reality
Little shotta boy, I'll hold you down
Until the day they come and bury me
Queen of the castle, the leader of the pack
I send my troops into battle
Sexy and classy, but don't let it fool ya
You can catch me in the cut
Posted up with that Ruger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I followed my calling
You can picture me broke and
You could picture me ballin'
American gangster, the Haitian's behind me
District thirteen posted up
If you boys wanna come find me
And my shooters stay with me
A natural born leader
I'm the OG of the block
I testify like the preachers
All my niggas that's with me
Take a puff of that reefer
I don't do it for myself
I do this shit for my people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drugs dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
I'm by the river don't complicate me
God ain't touched me i ain't saved yet
I'm by the river please, be patient
God ain't touched me i ain't saved yet
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
To all my refugees around the world
My shottas my Zoe's
HM, and all the sets around the world
One gang now
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
Life's like a carnival every day
But we stay sucker-free, no clown face
'Cause them boys Bugs Bunny
Jumpin' for the carrots
Repeating everything to the Feds like parrots
But all I see's the future ahead
A new start like when I cut off my dreads
Statistically, I ain't even supposed
To be here
Bad Christmas, I never seen no reindeer
You beat me, we all got our ego
You sniffin' on that Hulk though
Lou Ferrigno
We go ape, y'all just pose like ya'll killers
I know King Kong when I see him
Y'all Magilla Gorillas
Ever had to face pressure?
Squeeze the crack so far up your ass
That you woke up with a ulcer
Yeah, them the homies that I know
They either deported or they ain't
Comin' home no more
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna make it out the slums
And turn our dreams into reality
Little shotta boy, I'll hold you down
Until the day they come and bury me
Queen of the castle, the leader of the pack
I send my troops into battle
Sexy and classy, but don't let it fool ya
You can catch me in the cut
Posted up with that Ruger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I followed my calling
You can picture me broke and
You could picture me ballin'
American gangster, the Haitian's behind me
District thirteen posted up
If you boys wanna come find me
And my shooters stay with me
A natural born leader
I'm the OG of the block
I testify like the preachers
All my niggas that's with me
Take a puff of that reefer
I don't do it for myself
I do this shit for my people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drugs dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah
I'm by the river don't complicate me
God ain't touched me i ain't saved yet
I'm by the river please, be patient
God ain't touched me i ain't saved yet
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends 'long the way
Coming from the slums, we make mistakes
Yeah, yeah