The Slap

Lyrics

I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug
 My music be all in the club an' my fo' 15's be sub
 An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be rubber
 My oldest an' my youngest son always nuggin'
 Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage, badness
 Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic faggots
 Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on fine, pressure
 Rhymin', in the 'Lab like Dexter'
 Packin' Winchester an' a trey Sylvester
 Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta wet'cha
 Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams
 Digital scale, green eggs an' hams
 Yams, candy yams, spam, damn
 Loaded my cheese, peanut butter an' jam
 Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my Hispanics
 Vanish, talkin' in codes like we from different planets
 Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?
 What y'all bumpin', man? The slap
 What they lackin' in the trackin'?
 What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap
 What about my [Incomprehensible]players an' West coast cats?
 What they listenin' to? The slap
 An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
 Is fuckin' with the slap
 I've got white girl for sale
 An' I don't mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale
 2 way goin' off, like a high school babe
 A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale
 Around the corner from Starbucks coffee, talkin' to my gal
 My frontin' lil' broad up out of Tacoma, askin' for some mail
 Like I'm some type of trick, really musty mouth bitch
 Get smacked silly, get smacked silly
 Musty mouth bitch, get smacked silly
 Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real
 Herbal kill deal, chill pill, scrill deal
 Feel 'til Phil, heal skill
 Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin', seekin'
 An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' that Durban work it
 Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an' gurpin'
 E an'J brand burpin', [Incomprehensible]
 Chickens an' birdies pickin' a chef to serve it
 Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the block for Ravi
 Milkin' the block for 'fetti
 Like a pregnant bitch's titties
 Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?
 What y'all bumpin', man? The slap
 What they lackin' in the trackin'?
 What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap
 What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats?
 What they listenin' to? The slap
 An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
 Is fuckin' with the slap
 Talk my way out of anythin', got my hands off in everythin'
 If my money ever got funny
 I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring
 If I was to pass away tomorrow
 With a self-inflicted wound to the melon
 Just remember, y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman
 Whomp, beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back to the tender fat
 Put out a contract, bring you back your hats
 Hypothetically speakin', not any time soon
 Fly fittest, finest player leakin'
 Daniel Boone, boom, boom, boom
 Creepin', fly right through your living room
 While you're sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
 Chicken is sneakin' but we was supposed to done had a meetin'
 Renegin' fakin' in whom I trust
 Standin' outside of the club schemin', scammin'
 Plottin' an' plannin' yammin',? Yes, Sir? an',? Yes, Maam?'in
 Double agent, playin' a '50s loose cannon, new shoe
 You ain't even cool, fool, dude, you a trick
 Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick
 Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?
 What y'all bumpin', man? The slap
 What they lackin' in the trackin'?
 What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap
 What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats?
 What they listenin' to? The slap
 An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
 Is fuckin' with the slap
 The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
 The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
 The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
 The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
 The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
 The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
 The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
 The slap

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Duration
04:03
Key
1
Tempo
100 BPM

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