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LOOSIES

by A.Dd+

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Slim: Back up in this bitch wit a baggy full of Cali Tryna match, who got a swish We can smoke in Paris' Caddy I barely been blowin' past couple days, sadly I just couldn't afford it, ask my n*gga if he had me He fronted me 'bout an eighth and hooked me up with a fatty That's three heads on the blunt, me, Tunk, Scrappy I asked this bitch, "You wanna smoke," and she said, "Gladly." And brought her whole family, damn you know Hook Everybody wanna smoke, but You didn't put it on this twenty, twen, twen I'm high, I'm blown, supply your own And make something happen, maybe we can match one Tunk: I broke down a pack 'bout as loud as a crowd Of Penn State blowing eight pounds in the shower The only way you hittin' without givin' the amount Of $2 a drag, is if you payin' by the hour To catch a contact, we is where it's at The 2Pac autopsy, weed, we open chest We dip lean, make the scene you overdressed Like a salad, just follow the Indian tree Loaded like I stole it, pray I don't run into police I'm known to flip the droski, keep an oz roll a poly When it's done, roll a spur, Parker, Duncan and Ginobili Go in and drop the 40, blow an eigth of holy moly Said a friend with weed is a friend indeed Never smoke me out, you ain't friends with me It's noon, and this shit got to last till the evening Wanna be sky high, bring a Lincoln Bridge Everybody wanna smoke, but none of you n*ggas put in And none of you n*ggas is finna blow on none of my twenty, twen, twen I'm finna get high, and I don't know about you, you, you I'm finna get high, and I don't know about you, you, you, you Hook Paris: Aye, I hate to be the bearer of bad news But this here gon' hurt your stomach like bad food Y'all hop up in the ride say you got 5 on it If you boys wanna ride, then you gotta pay the price While you're in there payin' for the swishas, n*gga Put 6 on the tank, shit what you think? As much as you tryna get high, I'm tryna survive And my wheels of steel keep this party alive Yeah, that cannabis sativa may be part of ya plans But I ain't tryna push this Caddy with my hands 6 bucks ain't even a lot, either that or pat your feet It's just a small fee if you wanna hot box my car, so Hop out, if you can't pull the cash out The most important thing is the petro You down, n*gga let's go And everybody know I don't usually blow But mayne pass the 'gar, I'ma hit that hoe
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Paris Pershun: No inspiration, no motivation Me and my girl's ups and downs, it seems there's no relation... Ships will sail, whether you there life moves on Shit, and we ain't even made it but look how far we done gone Talking about becoming a celebrity over night The success turned me into an anti-social socialite Bitch, I'm on a roll Crack open the E&J let the good times flow I've been known to set shit on fire, let the good times smoke When it evaporates, I'm just left with this heroin audio As if y'all didn't know Do I live up to your expectations? Do you wish I don't make it 'cause I don't respond to your salutations? That's petty, mayne Put that on everything True, we in the same game, but things do change Hook Can't you see that I don't fuck wit' y'all I try to keep my distance, can I get a couple yards? If it's not my business, I try not to get involved Don't make me and my n*gga break you off somethin' proper like Paris Pershun: Is you blind to the fact? Kiss my ass, I'm moving like dash leaving yo' ass in the back Slim Gravy: Me, I'm in passenger strapped up And my seat belt on relax not worried 'bout them or the past I'm more about getting this cash Just me and my lad, split it in half and lettin' it stack Bitch, I got mouths to feed, a house of needs and none of you a part of that Get the fuck round from me, now I see how a lot of n*ggas act Actin' like bitches, and I don't like bitches, unless that bitch bad Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness? Let this be my last time that I have to tell you this We ain't cool, you don't know me, I ain't never been The friendly type, to hell with friends, what I learned from them They gotta turn their back to face you, then they turn again Damn, my n*gga Hook
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Slim Gravy: Last night shit got crazy Got wasted Had like ten shots, maybe Passed out with some lady Woke up, I’m hung over Smelling like throw up, still faded Frustrated Man, shit got crazy All I remember is it started with a drank That drank led to another, which led to another Met a girl, got her number Everythang after that's been erased As I wake from my slumber in a place that I never been With a bitch that I barely knew I discovered I was in her bed tied up like a tennis shoe Man, what the fuck did I get into? I don’t know, man, my memory was gone with the drank I was gone, went home with a yella bone skank I didn’t know of her name, but I seen her before Front of stage at a show, knew the words every song that we sang (Lemme think) I could barely remember a thang All I know is right now I need aspirin It’s gonna be hard for me to make this get away Can somebody please tell me what happened? (Hook) Last night shit got crazy (x6) Paris Pershun: Matter fact, whose condo is this? Hold up, condom wrappers all over Who’s this chick hanging off the sofa What happened last night, did I bend her over? Did I get into a fight? Got blood on my Nikes, consequences of living that life Can’t remember shit, and my watch is missing And I’m still fucked up, got blurry vision Last thing I remember… Shit, not a lot We was pouring up, taking shots I remember stumbling through a parking lot But I can’t recollect if it was dark or not If I was by myself, if I needed help Was I obnoxious? Was I screaming? Man, I’m sure someone would’ve called the cops Come to think of it, mayne, where the fuck is my phone? Let me text Slim, so I can get home Battery’s dead, and I couldn’t even text ‘Cause to my surprise, both of my thumbs was gone All of a sudden my mind went blank In the distance heard the voice of a caramel skank The bitch had a whip in the left hand, knife in the right And I couldn’t even fight, welcome to the night life (Hook)
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Genocide 04:16
Slim Gravy: King Blue just gave me a beat and he said "Make sure that you rock it" 'Bout a year ago, big bro gave us a key to the city said "Here, n*gga lock this bitch, and don't let nobody in" Pretty soon, they'll be knockin' Made it in the XXL, now they watching The column was little as hell, no problem My patnas out the hood be saying I'm Hollywood I tell them I'm not, but that I should be Give me a year, I'll probably be in a leer Sippin' a beer with a bitch who model for her career With a rear make a n*gga say "Good grief" Wouldn't be shit if I never linked with My n*gga P, since juvenile delinquents We been ridin' like Bin Laden and Bush Ridin' the bus, A.Dd+ silent plus When Pigs Fly, enough With the fuck shit, fuck this It's a city-wide genocide, minimize all the bullshit They be coming with I talk shit 'cause I don't give a fuck What you say n*gga come again, what? I make y'all muthafckas listen up This is what it is, all you n*ggas suck We the realest here If you agree, let me see you put your hands Let me see you put your hands (x3) We ready, we ready (x8) Mold with the old, grow with the new Live or die, pick a side any two Win or lose, gotta choose one Got a new gun, I'ma use too Bang, bang and the boom, boom Better move, run I'm a come through with bazookas and a platoon Bullet proof truck full of goons strapped up I'ma do what I want to, n*gga fuck you Tough luck, they done fucked up Now they gotta die, genocide Let me see you put your hands (x3) Paris Pershun: It's time for change, no time for games We chasin' this money and chasin' this fame Fuck chasin' these dames, mayne I said it's time for change, fuck chasin' these dames Say something different, they look at me strange You n*ggas exchanged the cool for the lame You ain't got a license to rhyme, then stay in yo' lane Like I got the gun cocked and placed to your brain Shit, take a shot If your survive the blast without droppin' fast and then finishing last Then you that n*gga, huh? Well, maybe not You say you're really built for it, but you ain't I say I'm built for it, what you think? I'm struggling now, but then I visualize myself George Jefferson struttin', walking into the bank, mayne God say don't kill, Lucifer say kill that bitch God say don't steal, Lucifer say take that shit Make that quick And yeah, I might have some regret up in my heart We blinded from the start Get it how you live, mayne that's just how we was taught But everybody wanna shed a tear when a n*gga get caught Wassup Thanks for not making me put that knife in your back Now, I got money to put some gas in the 'lac The registration expired, but I still burn rubber off of my tires Tryna play my part I'm tryna get far Tryna top the charts, n*gga gotta raise the bar We been hot from the start And I'm spittin' from the heart So I do it for the love A.Dd+ Hoe Slim Gravy: Yeah, it's a muthafckn genocide (x3) Will you die, will you survive? Let's go Yeah, it's a muthafckn genocide (x3) Will you die, will you survive? Let's go (We don't want to hear that bullshit (x8))
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Paris Pershun: Get a scoop, a double dose of it Basking in the ambiance of robbin' another Make one scream for the unseen, unfortunately Hands don't raise, but I still get praise Fly lyrics on exhibit as they rip the runway Taking off, not at all, I don't get paid to strip So every day I dip like it's my last Hoping that this feeling of wrong won't last too long Mean talk with a mean walk ought to be taught How not to get caught in that jelly Found in the bellies of disaster, poetic Jumping out of every window screaming, "Message!" Blessings in disguise, covered eyes in this masquerade Man, I wish I woulda seen the face, as always My mind moving too fast, but still arrive too late Virgo with the mind of a Gemini, we straight Two heads always better than one That's why we come second to none, give it a run They dreams chasing' them, but they run, n*ggas is dumb Y'all continue to have fun, my message is none Hook: I don't wanna be famous, I just wanna be well off Keep my bank account bangin', take care of those I care about Fuck a Maybach, I/we just keep swangin' my/the 'lac (Right) These the thoughts of a black insomniac (Gotdamn) Slim Gravy: Just started writing didn't know where to begin Jot a couple lines then start over again, then again The line was tight, the time was right Is, the lime of light gon' shine tonight? Dig, we got a show, I got a flow And a couple fans, used to wanna hustle pants, studio Love is tough, when 'bout the peace I use it for improvement, others use it to decease I live for it, they die by it No beefin', that's why I diet No thiefin', now I buy it Was committing more than theft, my golly Yeah I'll prolly be better off doin' this 'stead of that, Trapped in some trap, way heavy off in the mix Got raps on top of raps Tryna make some sense and put Dallas on the map (Hook) What if I was to make it, riches now, boy I'm bankin' Bitches all in my bidness, drowning' in money, sinkin' I'm frowning' and wonderin', thinkin' about this life I'm living Another day, another dolla, I live my wishes I triumph through expeditions, I woulda never thunk it I made it, but now like, "Fuck it," I hate it, but love attention Outrageous, a bunch of women know me now, they owe me now But I don't even stress it, I just take a puff and blow it out Proportion, needs my portion, every penny, fuck a Porsche, Lamborghini I am forced to ask this Genie, "Why me?" I ain't ask for that, asthma attacks, I just wanna breathe Bring ambulance, ambulance, 1, 2, 3, clear Money's my motivation, living's my occupation My new hobby is waiting, and I'm probably impatient But I do it for this, cop a couple of cribs A couple of whips (Hook)
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Slim Gravy: Let me be straight up, I need a job homie A nine to five, man I ain't even got five on it Got this interview, but I ain't got no ride So I guess I'll catch the city bus 'fore I do, I'll get high Captain Kush for breakfast Had a bowl this morning, should be sober by 11 I'm high as Heaven Poppin' breath mints Only tryna make a nice impression, so I freshen up Crease my slacks, shirt on tuck Put on cologne, think I squirt too much Tryna cover up the purp I puffed Hope it work, or I'm fucked N*gga need work like a cluck Pockets been hurtin' like a mugg Opportunity is in the mud And dirty I’ll get for this 40-hour shift Sweep and scrub I’ll plunge out, shit Write out the check Still on the bus, my stop is next Get off and I walk 'bout a block Still blowed then a bitch Spark up a squ’r Hope they don't know that I'm high 'Cause my eyes heavy, eyes cherry You know that I got me some drops Now let me try to focus Man, I hope they don't notice, 'cause I'm Hook Slim Gravy: So I got the gig Don’t even really know how I got the shit So to God I give all the glory Can't live off unemployment Now they want me to start the next morning Shit, I'm like, "Coo'." From 5 AM till 'bout 2 Need to find a ride, alright, or I'm screwed Ain't tryna get fired, but what am I to do I don't know, maybe catch a cab But I ain't got cash, so I have to dash Beginning of training Ain't tryna miss not a minute of payment Long story short, yo I did it and made it Clocked in, call center hoe boppin' Other n*ggas there hatin' The trainer's obnoxious And I ain't got the patience Can't wait till 2 o'clock Man, when the first break is? 'Cause I swear that I'm blazin' Got a blunt in my pocket, already rolled up Went far in a corner Made sure nobody watchin' So, I fired up Now, I'm high as fuck Yeah, I already know This is the type of shit that a n*gga get fired for But I wasn't even thinkin' Walked in straight stankin' Smelled just like a pound But ain't nobody say shit Feelin' like I'm on a spaceship Naw, ain't no coming down Fuck around, just tell 'em I'm coming down with a cold, no I could say it's an emergency, gotta go, no I'll just roll wit' it Man, I'm trippin', I shoulda brought that cologne with me What I don't know Is that there's cameras watchin' I was sittin' in training, manager walked in Looked me dead in the face and said, "Meet me in office. Don't keep me waitin'." Man, I hope that he playin'', but I know that he's not You see where this going I go in the door then he closed it and locked And he said, "You must be..."
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Slim Gravy: The year is now 2011 Who woulda thought we'd make it this far back in '07 Writing raps up in my momma's crib Let's talk about progression Was mastering our craft everyday until perfection Recording all these tracks with no direction So I'm thankful for the people in our path that we was blessed with Couldn't do it without you What we do will amount to something great once we up outchea So I gotcha, all we got is a message Be a king and reside with the peasants DiveHiFlyLo Reaching high to the Heavens, and keep ya eyes on the road While staying humble with a positive soul Being man enough to accept that I am not in control Rocking these shows, won't even get a dollar for most But honestly, though Wouldn't even take a pot full of gold to do what I love High, 'cause I'm musically drugged So I guess this needle's in my arm 'till I'm gone, gone Hook Here I am, out in the open, and I can't stand it Where we come from, a dream is just my imagination Well, I'll just dream on, 'cause we're getting far Paris Pershun: Ridin' dirty to open for Dom Kennedy You n*ggas sick of lackluster shit? We got the remedy Got to shake his hand, told him that he jam Thinkin', when we blow will this n*gga even remember me? Rockin' down at College Station Got no fuckin' license and expired registration How ironic that a n*gga dropped college, but ran to that pen and pad Dd would come over and we would jot shit in our pads Chillin' at my pad But that was a long time ago, we've gotten better I really wasn't too sure of myself, but if y'all insist Alright, let's get Picnic and Rosalinda rich Along with ourselves Watch our pockets get thick, give 'em something to remember me for But me and Dd, we both got bad Karma I pray they let us in when they hearing on the door, wassup Hook
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Freakquency 03:12
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Hook: Wait till I get my money right, and I’m on I’ma get that Caddy runnin’ right, bitch I’m gone Livin’ good, it ain’t nothin’ better, nothin’ better Livin’ good, it ain’t nothin’ better, nothin’ better Paris Pershun: Ain’t got no job See what this felony did to a n*gga, life is hard Get my ass up off my momma’ couch and then hop in my car My fender wrecked, but still I drive it like it’s flawless Catch me flickin’ often runnin’ low on gas, put a damper on my plans Still I’m bench pressing my pen, we bout to raise the bar Truthfully, I don’t know why yo bitch wanna fuck me I guess it’s ’cause she thinkin’ I’m a star, but I’m not Slim Gravy: We just two po’ boys in a Caddy, bout to ride that thing there ragged Ain’t no air and the bumper draggin’, engine barely runnin’, fabric hudded Tags out, rear view and the tail light busted Really, I need some cash now then I’ma be ridin’ clean (Hook) I got this money in my pocket, and I ain’t tryna lose it Nothing lasts forever, for now it’s like whatever Get some gas and I’m takin off, takin’ off I’ma get some gas and I’m takin’ off, takin’ off Tunk: Brain Gang Tunk, represent, represent The highest scoring n*gga off the bench ’bout to rip Comin’ with amazing flavor, taste it like you Craig and Day Day Yeah I’m a trip, but I don’t have the bread to vaycay Gas tank on “E” but still proceed to push this presidential Stick to the fundamentals, you see my funds are little This all I can give you, a little bit of me A little A.Dd+ and Picnic instrumentals I do my thang, no masturbation Playa, playa please don’t playa hate Go play the station, no car but I’m in ya lady Her name Mercedes, put the Benz on my jumper cables And got it crankin’ (Hook) I got this money in my pocket, and I ain’t tryna lose it Nothing lasts forever, for now it’s like whatever Get some gas and I’m takin off, takin’ off I’ma get some gas and I’m takin’ off, takin’ off Slim Gravy: Don’t give a fuck shawty, sittin’ on both sides N*gga signals, gotta get it bitch it’s “go” time Paris Perhun: You can roll with me, fuck around we both drive She hangin’ out the window straight do it like a stripper, now gon’ Tunk: Take it off, bitch, bend over let me see it If you lookin’ for a trill type n*gga let me be it Got the Cadillac De-Ville parked outside It ain’t enough room to fit them guls in my ride On some work-somethin’, twerk-somethin’ basis On some work-somethin’, twerk-somethin’ basis We on a work-somethin, twerk-somethin’ basis Got my money right, pocket full of big faces
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Loosies is a collection of non-album singles released since 2011.

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released October 4, 2011

Songs Produced by: Black Milk, Picnictyme, Brain Gang X'Zavier, Brain Gang Blue, NickNack and Breeze.

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On their focused debut, Dallas’ Paris Pershun and Slim Gravy of A.Dd+ are the rapper and the poet, the spawn of UGK and OutKast, combining street and cerebral. - Pitchfork

When Pigs Fly might be the best hip-hop album Dallas has ever released. - Dallas Observer

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