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