Grand Daddy I.U. - Slingin' Bass Lyrics
Verse 1: On the streets doin' crimes is no joke But you ain't get no choice when you go broke It's either poverty or this a gun in your fist And to survive in the streets you gotta take risks They say you lose some you win some But I don't lose none cause I want income And I ain't workin' for the nickel and dime So I say ***** that turn to crime Tryin' to figure a way to get rich fast Snatch a pocket book and bust the ***** ass But yo that still ain't enough for me I need doe so I can live comfortably So I pulls enough stick up hold another vic up Till I got enough to make a pick up It started out for self with an eighth a key My momma says street life ain't safe for me But I ain't tryin' to hear none of that Cause pushin' a mother*****in' broom for the man ain't where it's at So I set up shop on the block Gave a knucklehead a job on the corner sellin' rock Flip the eight six times and got a whole key Now every nigga in town wanna roll with me But I runs a tight shipment and won't slip A worker ***** up a dime he gets pistol whipped I'm in the game for all it's worth Havin' shoot outs and bouts for clout and blocks of turf But I ain't got no "S" on my *****in' chest Huh so instead I wear a bullet proof vest A nigga tests and I'm a check the fool I'm from the old school I take respect with a tool Do what I gotta to survive as long as I'm alive Cause I ain't *****in' with no nine to five I'm slingin' bass Hook: "Bass" "More bass" Nickles, dimes, ounces keys 20, 50 100 G's (x2) Verse 2: Yo shit is rollin' money comin' in thick *****es like magnetics clingin' on my *****in' dick But I'm after something greater Give me the money the power and the ***** come later Rollin' for self with wealth on the D.L. And now live well cause D.R.U.G. sell Hard as stone takin' over the projects Cashin' in multi million dollar mob checks The don of all dons A straight up brut quick to shoot with loot like Nicki Bonds Last punk that tried to stop me Went straight to the morgue mother***** the autopsy You know what it was a slug in his mug But the punk niggas people told the Feds Now they knockin' at my door (get the ***** up c'mon) I'm butt ***** in the bed with a whore Grab my drawers ran straight for the safe I flushed the drugs and threw the doe in the pillow case Grabbed my nine and broke for the window Girl: Naw I ain't jumpin'! Grand Daddy I.U.: Then turn yourself in hoe Cause I ain't goin' out like a chump I'm three storeies high but ***** it I gots to jump So here I come head first through the glass Hit the ground and bust my whole *****in' ass Landin' hurt but still I kept runnin' I opened the car door quick and threw the gun in Drippin' blood from my hands and my knees Look under the seat for the *****in' spare keys Cranked her up and peeled off Leavin' a fat trail of smoke as I broke the ***** north That's when I heard a gun blast Took a look back and seen the coppers dead smack on my black ass Rollin' two cars deep no time to sleep They had the ***** I was with in the backseat And you know the hoe tellin' Just got humped tryin' to front with her cunt smellin' I get vex and start to let off Three in a row tryin' to blow the old dirty snitch head off I caught the driver instead And opened his head went through the glass Car crash now they all dead Still one car behind me I got the doe in the back and my hand on my nine G So I starts to unload I put a slug in the engine and watch the whole shit explode Now that's the end of the chase You know where I'm headed to the mother*****in' block slangin' bass Mother*****er Hook
