[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
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Drop the top and let the sun shine in
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Slip-n-Slide and we at it again
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T Double D and a couple of friends
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it's quite alright with that dro in the wind
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[Trick Daddy]
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I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
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Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
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Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
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You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
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Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
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Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
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Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
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But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
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A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
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Always rude and always in trouble
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None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
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But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
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If you growed up the way I did
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You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
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(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
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[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
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[Trick Daddy]
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Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
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Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
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And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
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Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
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That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
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Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
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Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
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And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
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You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
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Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
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[Cee-Lo]
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Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
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He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
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Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
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Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
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With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
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The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
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Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
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Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
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Recognize, this is the verbalize
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Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
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Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
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Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
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Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
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Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
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You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
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Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
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So pass, outlast, bout cash
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Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
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Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
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Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
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(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
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[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
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[Big Boi]
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Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
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The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
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Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
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In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
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Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
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Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
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A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
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of this slang and inject it into your veins
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Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
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Aviator shades with a rear front face
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Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
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Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
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To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
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So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
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Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
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I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece
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of va-lac-tic, before you slack it
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You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
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not intended for any illegal purposes'
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it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
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(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
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(Trick love the kids!)
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[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
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Dro In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix)
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Trick Daddy |