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Track: Hoc N Pucky
Artist: Slum Village
Album: Fan-Tas-Tic, Vol. 1

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Name: Slum Village
Spotify Genres: jazz rap
Followers: 378,775
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American hip-hop group from Conant Gardens, Detroit, Michigan, founded in 1996. The group was formerly composed of the rappers [a=Titus Glover] aka [a=Baatin] (1974–2009), [a=RL Altman III] aka [a=T3 (2)], and rapper & producer [a=James Yancey] aka [a=J Dilla] (1974–2006). [a=J Dilla] left in 2001 to pursue a solo career with MCA Records. [a=Jason Powers (2)] aka [a=Elzhi] joined in his absence, after which [a=Baatin] also left due to health complications. Following J Dilla's death in 2006 and Baatin's death in 2009, [a=T3 (2)] remains the sole surviving member of the original lineup. Over its history, the group has been through several line-up changes, which once included J Dilla's younger brother [a=John Yancey] aka [a=Illa J], but now the group exists as a duo of [a=T3 (2)] and producer [a=Ralph J. Rice Jr.] aka [a=Young RJ].

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Release: Slum Village - Fan-Tas-Tic Vol. 1
Year: 2015
Genres: Hip Hop

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LYRICS

Yo, plea-plea, plea-plea, please listen to my demo
I got a flow that goes, ain't nobody droppin no lyrics
Niggaz they fear me because I represent Jah
Yo when you hear this you better pump it in your car
Blah blah blah blah blah blah-weee, yo
My momma told me that these niggaz tried to rob her at the liquor sto'

Check me out, HOOO, RAHHHH, ahh
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HUHHHH, what you want, ahh
Yo check me out, check it out
UHH, check ahh
(Why does it have to be so damn)
MON-STAHH IS RAW~! TO...

Rough enough to crush a nigga's tree trunks
Aww my man, no time to think what she wants
I'll be damned, Stan, remember we ran
Eveywhere, God damnit I said we ran
Across streets... bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt
There go my pager blowin up with the bill that's obese
What did your momma see, {?}, fat-ass
Really, should've, left your ass, in there
It's a mosh, let's torture my niggaz
OOOOH, God damnit I said OOOOH
Do you know the things that I can do to you?
I can make you cry like your momma do
And for the wild, my style, is monumental
As my flow, is fuckin up, instrumentals
I leave it superbad cause I know he know
Take it easy, they don't they don't (they don't)
They don't they don't
They don't - they don't they don't (they don't)
They don't they don't
They don't - they don't
They - they - they - they - they...