lirik lagu g-slimm - slippin n' tha darkness
the drama’s ’bout to jump off, so pick your f-cking coffin (x4)
it was a sunday
12 am was the time
.357 smith and wesson got this robbery on my mind
gotta get me one of them ballas so i peep ’em as they floss
my partner p-ssed a hooter as he c-cked his nina ross
this n-gga’s in a bronco and he’s creepin’ out the parking lot
i’m trailin’ right behind him, tryin’ to find a dark spot
he’s got his blinkers on tryin’ to get into the turnin’ lane
stopped at the red light, w-ssup n-gga, you know the game
i creeped up right behind him, bounced up out my chevy
i’m saying to myself, “d-mn, i hope my partner’s ready.”
on my mind’s animosity, hate and nothin’ but anger
i’m creepin’ up slow, but this fool don’t know that he’s in danger
“say heyo to my silver, but n-gga my name ain’t tonto
just slap your sh-t in park and jump the f-ck up out the bronco”
now you know what happens next n-gga, up and break yourself
failure to cooperate to h-ll is where you take yourself
drop your n’s on the ground, turn around and dash for the ditch
if you take a pic to see my face i’ll blast on ya quick
n-gga, look down the barrel of my .357
and tell me do you see the f-cking stairway to heaven?
stick your hand in your pocket real slow, up your cash
try some ol’ f-ck sh-t, lil’ b-tch, and imma blast
don’t call for jesus christ ’cause motherf-cker he can’t save ya
let me have the gold dayton’s off that bronco that he gave ya
we jumped in the truck, my partner follow right behind me
hit the motherf-cking highway, doin’ bout 90
back to the hood, the alleyway is where we strippin’
it’s an everyday thing to catch another n-gga slippin’
don’t start no sh-t, won’t be no sh-t
so keep it up, hoe, you motherf-cking witch (x2)
all i dream about is taking someone’s cadillac
so i’m breaking my f-cking back
so i can make some money, black
my prayers could be answered
or maybe i’m just trippin’
but i’m waiting on that day
to catch a fool slippin’
now i’m creepin’ on his -ss as i break off in an alley
his sound’s shakin’ the ground and now he’s wheelin’ it to rally’s
got my 17-shot as i jump off in his sh-t
turn that motherf-ckin’ music down and don’t move b-tch
n-gga, i got it on my mind nine times outta ten
when these slugs hit your skin you gon’ be hollerin’ for your friend
but lord can’t help ya motherf-cker ’cause you’re dead now
take you round that corner, throw yo’ -ss on the dumpster pile
jack you for your ride milk n-gga, now i’m dippin’
my caddy’s hooked up ’cause i caught a n-gga slippin’
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