Femi Ojetunde - Slacker lyrics

[Intro] Slacker - A person who shirks his work or duty; A person who evades military service in wartime... hahahahaha! I know one thing, man I'm gonna have my kicks before the whole sh**house goes up in flames You know what I'm saying? Hahahaha! Eat, drink, and be merry Because tomorrow you may die That's what life's about, man Good times, a little salad Haha... [Verse 1] I'm a product of Reaganomics Neurotic, they saying 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 an*s I ain't never understood how the world works But I always understood why the girls twerk For a baller, not a 9-to-5 Barely making it with disgust behind your eyes So I just grip my piece, rip-off fleece Out to take your lip off, chief, with my peeps We ruthless - if you got money then deuce it Goofs get toothless, we loose off two-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 to go! Push me and I sock the po' Gettin the bail from my parents is impossible [Hook] (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lot of dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just letting you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck upon my face is a frown I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? [Verse 2] Now you can tell from my everyday 'fits, I ain't rich I sneak with a piece when I grit (grit) I'm just another gatman caught up in the mix (mix) Tryna take yo' dollar and your fifteen cents (I grind with a pistol) I stay rid of you lames (y'all gay!) I play video games (all day!) With Kansas City, MO brains, it's a gritty slow game We diddy-bop with really no change (y'all pay!) And people holla "How you do that there? Why your pants hanging low and why you grew that hair?" Lighting a bleeze or with my people riding a Regal Always in trouble with coppers cuz we drivin illegal (drivin illegal) I ain't never giving them leeway, to hear me neigh The judicial a**embly's gay (hey!) I come out at night cuz I sleep all day! Tryna get with Def Jam, Loud, or MCA! [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo yo check Enter the party and my homies got to pay for me Holidays, them be just be another day for me Getting drunk, hoping I get to the crib safe-a-ly Pray for me, cause I'm needin' money majorly Sit at home watching MTV with 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, I'm a beast You say get a job? I say hit a knob! Because the way you run the world is every bit a fraud So what you ask from me? You get no tax from me I got whites, natives, and mexicans, and blacks with me Huh! I'm tryna get up there with Master P Pa** the D, cuz, that's the way it has to be We bust to be free, we trust to be G So f** who be glee, it s**s to be me [Hook (2X)] I'm a slacker (doo) I'm a slacker (doo-doo-doo-doo) yeah (doo-o) [Repeat until fade]