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Lyrics >> Artists - Letter T >> Tech N9ne >> Absolute Power >> Slacker

Lyrics to:
Slacker
From Absolute Power
By Tech N9ne




[Chorus] 
Imma slacker, never did I have a lot of dough 
Imma slacker, smoking pot and watchin' videos 
Imma slacker, go whichever way the wind blows 
Those just tuning in I'm just letting' ya know 
That Imma slacker, every time I take a look around 
Imma slacker, stuck upon my face is a frown 
I don't do enough, I just fool around 
Ya'll can go to hell, how does that sound 
 
[Verse 1] 
Imma product of reganomics neurotic they sayin' 
I'm it just got up inhaling chronic 
The oddest I'm staying honest 
I'm bout to make it famous 
So you can take that J.O.B. and  
You can shove it up your anus. 
 
I ain't never understood how the world works 
But I always understood why 
The girls twirk for a baller not a 9 to 5 
Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes 
 
So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece 
Out to take yo lip off chief 
With my peeps we ruthless 
If you got money induce it goofs get toothless 
We loose off 2 fifths we useless 
 
I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough 
Sneak in the concert trip and make'em stop the show 
We gots ta go, push me and I'll sock the po 
Getting' the bail my parents is impossible 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 2] 
Now you can tell by my everyday fits I ain't rich 
I sneak with a piece when I grit 
I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix 
Tryin' to take your dollar and your 15 cents (I grind wit a pistol) 
 
I stay rid of you lames (yaw gay) and play 
Video games (all day) what Kansas City, MO brangs 
Is gritty slow gain we ditty bop wit really no change (yaw pay) 
And people holla how ya do dat there 
Why your pants hangin' low and why you grew dat hair 
Lightin' a bleezle with my people 
Ridin' a regal always in trouble wit coppers cause we drivin' illegal 
 
And I ain't never giving them lee way 
To hem me nay the judicial assembly's 
Gay (hay) I come out at night cause I sleep all day 
Tryin' to get with Def Jam. Loud or MCA 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 3] 
Get to the party and my homies gotta pay 4 me 
Holidays them just be another day 4 me 
Getting' drunk hoping I get to the crilla safely 
Pray 4 me cause I'm needing money majorly 
 
I sit at home watching MTV 
Wit a empty P.O.C.K.E.T. I MP3 
Everything that I hear on the streets 
Never buy it don't deny it 
I'm the fear Imma beast 
 
You say get a job, I say hit a knob 
Cause the way you run the world, is every bit of fraud 
So what you ask of me? You get no tax from me 
I got whites native and Mexican and blacks with me 
 
I'm tryin' to get up there with Master P. pass the D. 
Cause that's the way it has to be 
We bust 2 B free, we trust who be G. 
So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me 
 
[Chorus] 
[Repeat 2x] 


        
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