Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slo Mo, artist - O.G.C.. Album song The M-Pire Shrikez Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Slo Mo |
| God damn, look at missy missy |
| She actin hot and sigie, I’m gonna catch them titties |
| Oh come kitty kitty, I’m in the store with Bell |
| I asked her if she miss me |
| I need change quickly, Papi can you split this fifty |
| She started small talk, like «Where you been» |
| I cut her short, it’s where I’ll be with you and your friends |
| You see girl, I ain’t you average man, runnin a million |
| On an island, puffin spliffs with Gilligan |
| Set on the hot rocks, sendin my tube socks |
| I’m wonderin, is this what it’s like, if the clock stop |
| And at a slow speed, cool breeze, blue trees |
| Higher counts we had, BBQ on nude beach |
| Your word becomes a V, you crack a smile now |
| Then find out later, bitch, it ain’t shit funny |
| Me all about me sunny, money and keep it cunnin |
| Movin wit my niggas and best to Playboy bunnies |
| Aiyo, ya see me the bed, countin ends |
| Yo, I know you have a man, can’t you have friends |
| Wanna look me up and down, sayin «It depends» |
| Aiyo, I treat you like a queen, til I hit the skins |
| Cuz I look good, like your man wish he could |
| Push a phat ride, parkin right in front of the hood |
| Big muthafuckin Will, from the M.F.C |
| I roll a Bob Marley up, and pass the hennecy |
| Nigga cough, never smoked before, yo weed it up |
| Got chills goin down ya spine, I heat it up |
| Gotta get where I’m goin, and fast |
| Speed it up, I feel a hotel elevator beam me up |
| I take you home, lie you down, so you can dream me up |
| Get your all your friends through and double team me up |
| I can’t call it, smoker, never alcoholic |
| Hittin it doggystyle, while you leanin on the toilet |
| O.G.C. |
| put it down like this |
| From the foot to the gas while the spark burn up |
| Niggas be charged, spit like cards, it’s just too easy |
| Bouncin where you hearin my shit, niggas you feel me |
| All up on your TV, blastin in your CD |
| Hits like damn, the world love them niggas G. C |
| Let’s get together, if Da Storm, change the weather |
| Don’t wanna make it hot, you can send me 4 page letters |
| I won’t tell a soul, stay strapped like Velcro |
| Ya nana yellin, that’s one hell of a fellow |
| Pumpin ya driveway, playin somethin mellow |
| Your pops hear me, call and say, girl hell no |
| See I can understand, that’s what the average do |
| So later on, out the window to the Avenue |