G Slade's Haiti Relief Effort.
I made this song to kind of point out how we as people can do a better job of caring about each other and taking care of each other.
It is dedicated to the people in Haiti that are still struggling to get their lives back.
You can purchase a copy of the song $1.00, USD, and 100% of the proceeds go to the Haiti relief. I will donate at the end of FAWM.
If you would like to purchase a copy and support Haiti, please visit: http://music.slademania.com/2010
Thanks for your Support & Thanks to Debs for the backing vocals on this.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
G Slade 2010 - "Let You Go"
"Let You Go"
Lyrics:
Hook
I gotta let you go,
Verse 1
Yeah baby, gotta let you go, and it hurts real bad, so I'll take it slow, I just don't know any other way to go, I got a lot on my mind that you need to know,
It's already hard, so please don't talk, I'll let you go and just let me walk, let me disappear into the dark, you'll always have a place inside my heart,
Please don't cry, dry your eyes, cause I can't take another tear tonight, we go through this every time we fight, that's why I gotta let you go tonight,
Don't look at me and I won't look at you, Lord knows what we've already been through, don't ask if it hurts, yes I do, and don't ever doubt that I really loved you,
Had a lot of good times when we were up, but somewhere things got really messed up, my love is real, and yes it's tough, but sometimes true love ain't enough
I feel the heart ache with every word, it's inside me and it's gettin' worse, but our journey through love has run out of road, so tonight , I gotta let you go...
Verse 2
Every other day's like another earthquake, and I asked myself how much can I take, Is letting you go worth all the heart ache, am I able to stand here and watch your heart break,
I really want to stay but there's nothing we can do, even though you love me, even though I love you, once we were one, but now were two, no matter how much we don't want it to be true,
Yeah we could try to stay together, but it'll come back around just like the weather, can't ignore the rain, I can't ignore the pain, I can't risk givin' into you again,
I owe it to myself to walk away, gotta live for myself starting today, I've struggled so long and there's no other way, that's why I gotta let you go's all I can say,
Don't get me wrong 'cause I'm hurtin' too, my heart's breakin' inside while I'm talkin' to you, I'd be lying if said that I wasn't confused, but letting you go's the right thing to do,
I gotta let you go, so say goodbye, and we shouldn't talk after tonight, we gotta be strong, got to move on, we both have to get on with our lives,
Lyrics:
Hook
I gotta let you go,
Verse 1
Yeah baby, gotta let you go, and it hurts real bad, so I'll take it slow, I just don't know any other way to go, I got a lot on my mind that you need to know,
It's already hard, so please don't talk, I'll let you go and just let me walk, let me disappear into the dark, you'll always have a place inside my heart,
Please don't cry, dry your eyes, cause I can't take another tear tonight, we go through this every time we fight, that's why I gotta let you go tonight,
Don't look at me and I won't look at you, Lord knows what we've already been through, don't ask if it hurts, yes I do, and don't ever doubt that I really loved you,
Had a lot of good times when we were up, but somewhere things got really messed up, my love is real, and yes it's tough, but sometimes true love ain't enough
I feel the heart ache with every word, it's inside me and it's gettin' worse, but our journey through love has run out of road, so tonight , I gotta let you go...
Verse 2
Every other day's like another earthquake, and I asked myself how much can I take, Is letting you go worth all the heart ache, am I able to stand here and watch your heart break,
I really want to stay but there's nothing we can do, even though you love me, even though I love you, once we were one, but now were two, no matter how much we don't want it to be true,
Yeah we could try to stay together, but it'll come back around just like the weather, can't ignore the rain, I can't ignore the pain, I can't risk givin' into you again,
I owe it to myself to walk away, gotta live for myself starting today, I've struggled so long and there's no other way, that's why I gotta let you go's all I can say,
Don't get me wrong 'cause I'm hurtin' too, my heart's breakin' inside while I'm talkin' to you, I'd be lying if said that I wasn't confused, but letting you go's the right thing to do,
I gotta let you go, so say goodbye, and we shouldn't talk after tonight, we gotta be strong, got to move on, we both have to get on with our lives,
Saturday, January 23, 2010
G Slade vs Matt Pierce (Who DAT!)
"Who Dat" - G Slade vs Matt Pierce
Lyrics:
Lyrics:
Purple is the color of royalty, but royal people are inbred from incest you see,
It dates back to the time of their ancestry, they gotta keep the line coming from a single seed,
They gotta keep the family coming from a sing breed, so you got no chance if you're a Minnesota Viking,
You need to go back home and have a seat, there won't be no purple people eatin' NFC,
There won't be another show for your fans to see, you may as well turn off that big screen tv,
You may as well give up on the NFC, how you spell Drew Brees? Dat be M V P,
Dat'd be Reggie Bush, dat'd be Marcus Colsten, dat'd be a TD, can you feel us coastin',
Better check Bret Favre cause he'll be roastin, but at least he'll get a chance to go pro bowlin',
As for the Saints, dat be Super Bowlin', fanbase world wide, steady growin',
Drew Brees talent, yeah it's steady showin, Who Dat Nation, no chance of slowin',
Meanwhile it's silly yo, silly flow, here we go, Vikings yo, will they go, no they won't, don't be slow,
Don't be stupid, like this loop is, Vikings players catchin' lupus, droppin' passes, egos shattered, worried about how long it's lasting,
Worried about the checks they cashin', worried that they might be bouncing, just like the Bret Favre passes, Saints D is steady pouncing,
TV people start announcing, that the Saints' score amounting, up to fast, with a blast, Minnesota, can't last,
Embarrassing, on the scene, Superdome's a super scene, Super Brees, riling up those super fans', super screams,
MTV, ABC, NBC, they all agree, New Orleans, February, represent the NFC,
Lesson learned, left you burned, guess you people never learn, not to mess me, cause I be G, and be in that Mississippi,
Your Super Bowl hopes, they're coming with me, Matt Pierce can't mess with me, get educated by listening, my super flow, and my super gleam,
My super bowl, and my super team, this super show, and it's glistening, I know you can't stop listening, cause who dat's on da winning team,
Lyrics:
Lyrics:
Purple is the color of royalty, but royal people are inbred from incest you see,
It dates back to the time of their ancestry, they gotta keep the line coming from a single seed,
They gotta keep the family coming from a sing breed, so you got no chance if you're a Minnesota Viking,
You need to go back home and have a seat, there won't be no purple people eatin' NFC,
There won't be another show for your fans to see, you may as well turn off that big screen tv,
You may as well give up on the NFC, how you spell Drew Brees? Dat be M V P,
Dat'd be Reggie Bush, dat'd be Marcus Colsten, dat'd be a TD, can you feel us coastin',
Better check Bret Favre cause he'll be roastin, but at least he'll get a chance to go pro bowlin',
As for the Saints, dat be Super Bowlin', fanbase world wide, steady growin',
Drew Brees talent, yeah it's steady showin, Who Dat Nation, no chance of slowin',
Meanwhile it's silly yo, silly flow, here we go, Vikings yo, will they go, no they won't, don't be slow,
Don't be stupid, like this loop is, Vikings players catchin' lupus, droppin' passes, egos shattered, worried about how long it's lasting,
Worried about the checks they cashin', worried that they might be bouncing, just like the Bret Favre passes, Saints D is steady pouncing,
TV people start announcing, that the Saints' score amounting, up to fast, with a blast, Minnesota, can't last,
Embarrassing, on the scene, Superdome's a super scene, Super Brees, riling up those super fans', super screams,
MTV, ABC, NBC, they all agree, New Orleans, February, represent the NFC,
Lesson learned, left you burned, guess you people never learn, not to mess me, cause I be G, and be in that Mississippi,
Your Super Bowl hopes, they're coming with me, Matt Pierce can't mess with me, get educated by listening, my super flow, and my super gleam,
My super bowl, and my super team, this super show, and it's glistening, I know you can't stop listening, cause who dat's on da winning team,
Monday, January 18, 2010
G Slade 2010 - Week 4
"Whacked Socialistic President" - G Slade 2010 - Week 4 Post:
Lyrics:
Hook
We got a whacked Socialistic President!
Verse
No need to work for it, if you're hurtin' for it, just sit and wait a minute, and let the feds get it,
Just like your momma's honey, you'll get Obama's money, free stuff for everybody, look around, ain't it funny,
Don't worry, cause the laws don't matter, free enterprise, now that was for latter,
generation of Americans, cause the new generation does as little as they can,
From Philly to the Chi-town, Californ and back down, Louisiana Mississippi, USA sing it with me,
Obama tries, those Obama lies, leads to ol' momma cries, cause soldiers still die,
Now the way it used to work in the U S A, when you try to pass a law and everyone says Nay,
The law wouldn't pass cause majority rules, but new Congress graduates from Obama school,
Now the new school says if you like it or not, you got do it cause the President likes it a lot,
It's like your vote don't count, unless it's for the pres, if you vote against him then I guess you're just terrorists,
Or maybe you're a racist, if you don't agree, with the Socialistic President, that's ruling you and me,
And by all means redistribute my wealth, what the heck, while you're at it, go and dictate my health,
Now I'm pretty sure Osama isn't hiding in Iraq, so why is it Obama steady upping the attack,
The people that attacked us were from Afghanistan, not China, Russia, North Korea, or Iran,
I didn't vote McCain cause he seemed a little crazy, but at least he didn't advocate the people being lazy,
But now the President wants to socialize America, and watch the bald eagle fall into a mass hysteria,
I can see why'd you like him if you're sittin' at home, with no job, no food, and you're crummy Go phone,
Well I earned what I got, I got nothing else to say, 2012 could bring the change, but I hope it's not too late,
Lyrics:
Hook
We got a whacked Socialistic President!
Verse
No need to work for it, if you're hurtin' for it, just sit and wait a minute, and let the feds get it,
Just like your momma's honey, you'll get Obama's money, free stuff for everybody, look around, ain't it funny,
Don't worry, cause the laws don't matter, free enterprise, now that was for latter,
generation of Americans, cause the new generation does as little as they can,
From Philly to the Chi-town, Californ and back down, Louisiana Mississippi, USA sing it with me,
Obama tries, those Obama lies, leads to ol' momma cries, cause soldiers still die,
Now the way it used to work in the U S A, when you try to pass a law and everyone says Nay,
The law wouldn't pass cause majority rules, but new Congress graduates from Obama school,
Now the new school says if you like it or not, you got do it cause the President likes it a lot,
It's like your vote don't count, unless it's for the pres, if you vote against him then I guess you're just terrorists,
Or maybe you're a racist, if you don't agree, with the Socialistic President, that's ruling you and me,
And by all means redistribute my wealth, what the heck, while you're at it, go and dictate my health,
Now I'm pretty sure Osama isn't hiding in Iraq, so why is it Obama steady upping the attack,
The people that attacked us were from Afghanistan, not China, Russia, North Korea, or Iran,
I didn't vote McCain cause he seemed a little crazy, but at least he didn't advocate the people being lazy,
But now the President wants to socialize America, and watch the bald eagle fall into a mass hysteria,
I can see why'd you like him if you're sittin' at home, with no job, no food, and you're crummy Go phone,
Well I earned what I got, I got nothing else to say, 2012 could bring the change, but I hope it's not too late,
G Slade 2010 Week 3
"I Do It For My City (Vicksburg)" - G Slade 2010 - Week 3 Post:
Lyrics:
I do it for my City (Vicksburg)
I got that river town, V town, hot Vicksburg sound,
Gotta keep it real for my boys in my home town,
You know how we do it, got them river front beach parties,
Couple drinks, kicked back, whole scene full of shawtys,
Clay Street, Pemberton, Alcorn and Washington,
Couple streets around the block, from the house that I'm from,
I hit the sub, I say what's up, to my homies on the block,
You know they stay strapped up and keep them dessert eagles cocked,
Police want me, cause I'm a public enemy,
Every time I roll out, one of them will follow me,
But I'm strapped heavily, so they probably scared of me,
I got a million bitches lined up that wanna marry me,
I graduated 2000, from the home of Vikings,
That's Warren Central, yeah that's where you'll find me,
Bet we got that big band, bet we call it big blue,
Bet you wish you do it, half as well as we do,
But I got love for my cross town Gators, yeah,
Vicksburg High School, much love, no hatin',
They got the girls with sexy ass curves,
Finest bitches that you'll ever see here in Vicksburg,
Yeah we got them preppy schools, filled up with them preppy fools,
Daddy buys them everything, Yeah they think they're super cool,
But I see past that, the hell with all them flashes,
I get a lot of ass at, Porters Chapel classes.
Lyrics:
I do it for my City (Vicksburg)
I got that river town, V town, hot Vicksburg sound,
Gotta keep it real for my boys in my home town,
You know how we do it, got them river front beach parties,
Couple drinks, kicked back, whole scene full of shawtys,
Clay Street, Pemberton, Alcorn and Washington,
Couple streets around the block, from the house that I'm from,
I hit the sub, I say what's up, to my homies on the block,
You know they stay strapped up and keep them dessert eagles cocked,
Police want me, cause I'm a public enemy,
Every time I roll out, one of them will follow me,
But I'm strapped heavily, so they probably scared of me,
I got a million bitches lined up that wanna marry me,
I graduated 2000, from the home of Vikings,
That's Warren Central, yeah that's where you'll find me,
Bet we got that big band, bet we call it big blue,
Bet you wish you do it, half as well as we do,
But I got love for my cross town Gators, yeah,
Vicksburg High School, much love, no hatin',
They got the girls with sexy ass curves,
Finest bitches that you'll ever see here in Vicksburg,
Yeah we got them preppy schools, filled up with them preppy fools,
Daddy buys them everything, Yeah they think they're super cool,
But I see past that, the hell with all them flashes,
I get a lot of ass at, Porters Chapel classes.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
G Slade 2010 Week 2
"It's All About the Bitches" - G Slade 2010 - Week 1 Post:
Lyrics:
hook
It's all about the bitches, what, the bitches, what, the bitches, what,
It's all about the ho's, what, the ho's, what, the ho's, what
It's all about the bitches, what, the bitches, what, the bitches, what,
It's all about the ho's, what, the ho's, what, the ho's, what
Verse 1
Shawty lookin' good when she's riding through the hood, and she knows I can't take it when shawty starts to shake it,
I'm just a man, shawty gotta understand, I got needs, I got dreams, wanna see her on her knees,
Hit it on the back of the hummer, girlie got me late for supper, got me movin' under covers, movin like no other,
Feels like I'm elevatin', girlie got me salivatin', takin' all of my own bacon, sinnin' like my name was satan,
Don't get it twisted, cause I won't get caught up, hang with this chick, until a finer chicks walks up,
You know I can't lie, I keep it so fly, flyin' so high, you can see me in the sky,
Shawty say she married, but I do it like no other man, better than her husband, and all her other boyfriends,
Shawty say I make her weak in the knees, make her leakin' underneath, make her skeet, skeet, skeet,
Verse 2
It's all about my cutie, her cute little booty, get's me goin' looney, like I'm watchin' a cartoony,
She knows she drives me crazy, such a lovely lady, she loves to freak me baby, never keeps me waiting,
It's all about that ass, I hit it from the back, I keep it on track, in or underneath the Lac,
It's all about the style, keep it wet and wild, it's hot never mild, got her beggin' like a child,
Lyrics:
hook
It's all about the bitches, what, the bitches, what, the bitches, what,
It's all about the ho's, what, the ho's, what, the ho's, what
It's all about the bitches, what, the bitches, what, the bitches, what,
It's all about the ho's, what, the ho's, what, the ho's, what
Verse 1
Shawty lookin' good when she's riding through the hood, and she knows I can't take it when shawty starts to shake it,
I'm just a man, shawty gotta understand, I got needs, I got dreams, wanna see her on her knees,
Hit it on the back of the hummer, girlie got me late for supper, got me movin' under covers, movin like no other,
Feels like I'm elevatin', girlie got me salivatin', takin' all of my own bacon, sinnin' like my name was satan,
Don't get it twisted, cause I won't get caught up, hang with this chick, until a finer chicks walks up,
You know I can't lie, I keep it so fly, flyin' so high, you can see me in the sky,
Shawty say she married, but I do it like no other man, better than her husband, and all her other boyfriends,
Shawty say I make her weak in the knees, make her leakin' underneath, make her skeet, skeet, skeet,
Verse 2
It's all about my cutie, her cute little booty, get's me goin' looney, like I'm watchin' a cartoony,
She knows she drives me crazy, such a lovely lady, she loves to freak me baby, never keeps me waiting,
It's all about that ass, I hit it from the back, I keep it on track, in or underneath the Lac,
It's all about the style, keep it wet and wild, it's hot never mild, got her beggin' like a child,
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
G Slade 2010
"Make You Sleep" - G Slade 2010 - Week 1 Post:
Lyrics:
Hook
"I want to make you scream,
I want to make you bleed,
You are not shit to me,
Ooh, I want to make you sleep
Yeah, bitch, I wanna make you sleep,
Wanna make you think, you shouldna' fucked with me,
Wanna make you sleep, put you seven feet deep,
Bury you head first, in the middle of the street,
Stomp you in the dirt, in the middle of my beat,
You know it hurts, check out the size of my cleats,
The bass in my beat, check your face on my feet,
I'll stand on your throat, til you can't even breathe,
Bet you wish, you had never met me,
Had never been a slut, or fucked around on me,
Or been a bitch to me, well it's too late, you see,
I'm gonna take your life, and make it history,
Insert Hook
You're a cancer, I'm chemotherapy,
I got this hammer, yeah, it's ball pean,
It's gonna make you scream, gonna make you bleed,
Gonna crush your face, make your whole brain leak,
Make your blood, drip out and seep,
Grey matter and nerves, spread all over the street,
I got a switch blade knife that you need to meet,
So I can carve the word bitch, on your fat ass cheeks,
So the whole wide world, can look down and see,
That you ain't nothin', but a bitch to me,
And you ain't nothin', but a cunt with teeth,
So bite a fuckin' dick, and choke on it for me,
Insert Hook
You think it's over bitch, it's not as easy as that,
I just got started, carving up all your fat,
I know you met Mr. Knife, now meet his wife,
She's a Louisville slugger, and she'll put out the lights,
Maybe bust your knees out, cut out some of your height,
Leave your ass on the ground, what a pitiful sight,
I might just piss in your mouth, let you taste that Sprite,
That I drank last night, what an unfair fight,
Don't worry now, it's almost over,
It's almost time, for your infinite slumber,
See what I got here, it's your number,
It looks like a six, now your six feet under
Lyrics:
Hook
"I want to make you scream,
I want to make you bleed,
You are not shit to me,
Ooh, I want to make you sleep
Yeah, bitch, I wanna make you sleep,
Wanna make you think, you shouldna' fucked with me,
Wanna make you sleep, put you seven feet deep,
Bury you head first, in the middle of the street,
Stomp you in the dirt, in the middle of my beat,
You know it hurts, check out the size of my cleats,
The bass in my beat, check your face on my feet,
I'll stand on your throat, til you can't even breathe,
Bet you wish, you had never met me,
Had never been a slut, or fucked around on me,
Or been a bitch to me, well it's too late, you see,
I'm gonna take your life, and make it history,
Insert Hook
You're a cancer, I'm chemotherapy,
I got this hammer, yeah, it's ball pean,
It's gonna make you scream, gonna make you bleed,
Gonna crush your face, make your whole brain leak,
Make your blood, drip out and seep,
Grey matter and nerves, spread all over the street,
I got a switch blade knife that you need to meet,
So I can carve the word bitch, on your fat ass cheeks,
So the whole wide world, can look down and see,
That you ain't nothin', but a bitch to me,
And you ain't nothin', but a cunt with teeth,
So bite a fuckin' dick, and choke on it for me,
Insert Hook
You think it's over bitch, it's not as easy as that,
I just got started, carving up all your fat,
I know you met Mr. Knife, now meet his wife,
She's a Louisville slugger, and she'll put out the lights,
Maybe bust your knees out, cut out some of your height,
Leave your ass on the ground, what a pitiful sight,
I might just piss in your mouth, let you taste that Sprite,
That I drank last night, what an unfair fight,
Don't worry now, it's almost over,
It's almost time, for your infinite slumber,
See what I got here, it's your number,
It looks like a six, now your six feet under
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