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Slide

by Taysav

on Slave (1977)

[Intro]
Yeah you know lately (f*ck all that sh*t)
We been on a whole gang sh*t you know, never lane switch
That's how I'm comin'
Gang gang since potty train all that sh*t
Oh this how you comin'?
Naw for real

[Chorus]
This a real n*gga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't f*ck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn
n*ggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (yeah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna hear that Frrtp then shhh
Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew (ugh)
Ridin' with that wish-a-n*gga-would (uh)
This right here'll turn a n*gga name to a hood
Bumped into a b*tch I knew in high school
Look, been tried to f*ck you, b*tch, you past due
Remember you was dissin' in the classroom
Now you tryna top me in the bathroom
You wasn't out here with the gang b*tch you lyin'
You wasn't duckin from the 12 totin' the iron
I can't trust you b*tch if you not one of mine
We don't need no new n*ggas, yeah, b*tch we fine

[Chorus]
...n*gga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't f*ck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn
n*ggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (yeah)
Ayy, let me tell y'all a little somethin'
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in
I'ma talk my sh*t
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

[Verse 2]
They be like, "Duck why you don't got a major feature?"
'Cause I don't like rappers, and I don't wanna greet 'em
f*ck around, rob 'em (b*tch) first time I meet 'em (first)
Same place we catch 'em, same place we leave 'em (for real)
pus*y ass n*ggas not allowed in the zoo
f*ck wrong with you? (b*tch) Who you talkin' to? (b*tch)
pus*y ass n*ggas actin' like they bulletproof
'Til you get your f*ckin' top dropped like it's a coupe
Never left the gang (no), b*tch I never will (no)
He get in a jam, f*ck around squeal
Talkin bout I am, now he think he Will
b*tch that type of sh*t'll get yo stupid ass killed, b*tch

[Chorus]
This a real n*gga party, you cannot get in (in)
Bussin' out the mid (mid), foenem off the Xans (Xans)
I can't shake your hand (hand), no, I'm not your friend (friend)
I don't f*ck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn
n*ggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this sh*t up, I cannot pretend, damn
And I heard you know who shot ya mans (for real?)
You ain't tryna slide so don't be actin' like you is (pus*y)
'Cause if you gon' slide, pus*y n*gga then slide then (yeah)
Let me see some f*ckin' shots fired then (yeah)
Make me shoot that crib up you hidin' in
Don't wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then