Artist: Nappy Roots Album: Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz Song: Slums Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com *sample is cut up* "Please baby, please don't leave" [R. Prophit] We represent the slums.. alright.. Let's get this motherfucker crunkin from Kentucky to Baghdad Ya pops was always gone but that didn't make him a bad dad We still managed to eat, and come to think wattn't half bad But Doug was always on us bout the things that we never had Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold Town Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down Done heard my momma cryin if I knew what I know now I'd pro'ly have to greet the party room with the fo' pound I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin in case I feel my insides burnin, musta swallowed all twenty-eight I'm drinkin Milk of Magnesia, but still I ain't feelin straight Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate [Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background] Represent the slums... represent the slums... Represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... Represent the slums... represent the slums... Represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... [Big V] Bummy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house Ran what you tried to run, came how you tried to come Did what you couldn't do, difference between me and you Slum for a while now, country for a lifetime Cool is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be Muddy waters couldn't drown a nigga, bloodhounds on the trail for real Shakin up this rap shit, givin niggaz hell for real Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearin right National Geographic ain't, fuckin with this wildlife Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattlin; I'm finna bite Hell with a blue light, fuckin with no rules tonight! [Hook] - 2X [Scales] Now once again, you see me layin down the law These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle got a flaw Bitch I'm Southern bred That's where you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest I said you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest And I ain't playin witcha'll haters since y'all fucked up my order Got me playin with a gram, coulda been up to a quarter Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits Cuz in the slums we don't work we just grind and gamble Guarunteed I got that shit, niggaz dyin to sample Now whattchu know about that work from the states of Georgia Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!) [Hook]