Thangs Movin' Slow
(专辑: Against Da Grain - 1999)
Yeah, Attic Crew, Attic Crew and Cooley C
my nigga Yeah, yeah, my nigga, its Attic Crew and Cooley C
my nigga Yeah, Youngbloodz, Youngbloodz and Cooley C
my nigga Um, Mark Twayne Now it's time to let y'all nigga know about me Oh I
can get mo money, mo money, don't come to me And everything I
say that be on the
blow Rap for the
love of money, stack it up once mo' Going once, going twice, got the O
for the
LOW Got my cheese in the
soil, trying to make my flow grow Hell no, never fall off Slip pimping, you can get it hard or get it soft All day, round the
clock trying to get it in I
ain't worried bout' the
rich, cause I'm in the
wind All I
got is my folks, Lord forgive me for my sins And if this ain't for me, please make me thank again Gotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls draws Let me recognize the
game, and all the
flaws While I'm out here, please let me come up And watch my every step so I
don't have to duck Never wanted this, damn how a
nigga stuck? Hit me on the
hill nigga, I'm a' sack it up Rabbit on my head all day for good luck On the
hustle everyday, but who really gives a
fuck [hook] So what you got, when you ain't got nothing to show Thangs moving slow, can't get your hands on no blow Ain't got no flow, naw, need some quick cash If hustling is the
answer nigga, get up off your ass I
walk about the
crib, with my mind on the
dough Been hustling these verses, ain't got a
damn thang to show I
keep my head up, because I
feel it's bout to pop Done heard about a
deal going down at the
dock Critics say it don't stop, til' you get it and it's gone It's all about the
fett', set it off, get it crunk You catch me on the
corner, I'll be buddy with the
sacks Off in the
studio it be Twayne with the
tracks Fire, fire, like that dope getting smoked everyday Got a
call from my source, he on the
way with the
llell' (yeah) Coming in from overseas, bout' 82 ki's Not a
word to be said, everybody hit your knees, lets leave Get the
cheese, make away with the
blow Slip in the
door, right before we do the
show Mr. Dope Man, your looking kinda sick Thangs moving slow now that you ain't got shit [hook] So what you got now, you out of luck Selling your soul to the
devil, just to make a
quicker buck But for what, you took a
chance, recieving half of some blow And pushing them quarter ki's underground to keep the
flow It's toe to toe, we can take it to the
deepest of the
seas And anybody else who wanna bite, then try a
piece Of these Youngbloodz, busting 30 slugs, so just perhaps You crawling out of a
shell Finding ways up out these traps Like craps, you out to gamble, losing everything you own And still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em' known And do know, you in a
ball of burning hell So might as well take a
ride on the
weed into the
A-T-L And niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned So what's the
first attempt when they got you on the
run With fun, they shooting tons of shots, so whose to blame Nobody but yourself as you hold inside the
pain [hook]