| Slow down
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| Slow your role, junior
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| Slow down
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| Slow your role, junior
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| Slow down, I can’t take the heat
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| Slow down, it’s wicked in these streets
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| Slow down, I can’t take the heat
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| Slow down, it’s wicked in these streets
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| Life ain’t nothing but a big old twist
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| A lot of times when I’m smoking, I’m doing that just to reminisce
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| It’s funny, on how shit be
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| A lot of money, make y’all wanna come get me
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| But look here, I work hard for all the things I got
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| And to hang with a niggas just an intricate plot
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| You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
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| And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors
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| But look here, dog, a ho once told me loc
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| Bite the hand that feeds you, and you’ll wind up broke
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| Bitch niggas don’t deserve to kick it
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| With rich niggas, nigga we seven figure niggas
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| And we bigger than the biggest hip hop, niggas of rap
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| And when we get to spittin', make sure y’all step back
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| You with that? |
| Cause if you ain’t clown
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| We from the D-O double G, we groupie true and slow down
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| Slow down, I can’t take the heat
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| Slow down, it’s wicked in these streets
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| Slow down, I can’t take the heat
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| Slow down, it’s wicked in these streets
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| Ayyo Snoop, I used to kick up dope, ride with niggas
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| Know about the hits, hang with killas
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| Take the broads down for jailhouse visits
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| Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga
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| Have the card parties where the stakes was high
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| Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by
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| I never had a day without no drama
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| Half the OG’s age but they call me mama
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| Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag
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| Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad
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| I never thought about my life I swear y’all for real
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| Until my best friend Jill got killed
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| And then I, dropped to my knees and called on the Lord
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| Please change my ways cause I’m living too hard
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| And too foul, how I’m gon' raise a child
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| When I’m out here buck wild?
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| Damn I had to slow down
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| Slow down, I can’t take the heat
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| Slow down, it’s wicked in these streets
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| Slow down, I can’t take the heat
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| Slow down, it’s wicked in these streets
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| Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut
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| And started putting all this game on records
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| For my come up from sun up to sun down
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| I’m trying to get my money
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| Haters ain’t gon' stop me cause haters can’t run me
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| It’s funny when a bitch was livin' foul
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| Everybody seemed glad but now they mad
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| Cause I’m flossing, boss ballin' guilt free
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| And feds can’t take shit from me, so slow down
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| I got niggas, shot niggas, drop niggas for fun
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| I swap from these shoulders, I don’t need no gun
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| But it’s the 90's and niggas don’t bump by the end of the round
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| The clown bound to dump, young chump
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| You don’t wanna get caught up in the mix
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| Cause I’m a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
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| We don’t, never ever, talk no shit
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| Unless we back that shit up, nigga you get lit
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| Slow down, I can’t take the heat
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| Slow down, it’s wicked in these streets
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| Slow down, I can’t take the heat
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| Slow down, it’s wicked in these streets
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| Slow down I can’t take the heat
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| Slow your roll, tuck your heat and watch the haters
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| Slow down I can’t take the heat
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| Slow your roll, tuck your heat and watch the haters |