| Yeah nigga, this hit is a hustle
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| Niggas be hustlin backwards
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| But they all need to slow down, and get some game first nigga
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| Boy you better get some game (slow your motherfuckin roll)
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| Listen what a nigga sayin. |
| (slow down)
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| Boy you’re 'bout to lose control. |
| (yeah)
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| This is how you need to roll. |
| (slow down)
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| The lil' homey got shot
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| Doin just a whole lot. |
| (yeah, hold up)
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| Cause he just wouldn’t listen
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| Now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison
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| Slow down muh’fucker, I think you’re movin too fast
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| You a crash dummy, your parkin leaves you ready to crash
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| If you ask me, I’ll say fuck ya, buck ya I’ll come up and touch ya
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| With them hammers I’ll nail you down
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| I can’t tell you hardhead niggas nothin
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| 'Specially when you come up from nothin and get somethin
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| It’s comatose, I leave you unconscious
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| I’m a nauseous, street nigga who out to stomp this
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| With an attitude, you know I got to feud
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| Allude the fierce motherfuckin nigga cause you so confused
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| Abuse in battle my tactics
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| To all you niggas who be thinkin so plastic
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| I stay on my grizzy my grind, run my bling every time
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| I got that good shit because it’s hard to find
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| I stay quick to climb, got my mind on my money
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| And my money on my mind, nigga all the time, slow down
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| w/ different ad libs
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| Nigga, doin too much out of bounds out of touch
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| Out of sync out of whack off beat off track
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| Too much motherfuckin pressure nigga no aim
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| No focus, no goals, no G in you, no game
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| Niggas wanna go get money with no game
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| Pimpin black bitches and snowbunnies with no game
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| Got a Chinese bitch that told me 'bout yo' spot
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| Your whole entire clientele on yo' block
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| Better watch. |
| smashin on you busters off top
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| Two choppers, two Glocks
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| You need to calm down, before you get surround
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| How much, could I get for a busload of birds
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| Try to jack me 'fore it get served
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| Murder currency a word
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| A trial, house borough and suburb
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| Calicos with teflon to overlook the curb, slow down
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| w/ different ad libs
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| Come around here, get your head bust over the pavement
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| No fuck nigga, what the fuck was you sayin
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| Niggas around here homey ain’t jokin or playin
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| We runnin niggas over when the gun be sprayin
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| Bodies talk, bullshit walk, sidewalks in chalk
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| The nigga caught slippin cause his ass is hot~!
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| He movin like a locomotive, now he’s dead
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| Nigga and bangin was the motive, last word spoken
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| Bodies gettin stretched from Tacoma to Oakland
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| On the streets, heartbeat, bang and bust
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| Just shut the fuck up and take some game from us
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| I got purple, blueberry, cash and hoes
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| I got a nickel nigga strip, elbows and toes
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| Every word that’s comin out of your mouth, you showin me 'bout it
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| Every bird that’s comin out of your house, you told me 'bout it
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| Your mouth, slow it down, nigga hold it down, slow down
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| w/ different ad libs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow Your Roll , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Song from the album Cali Iz Active, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп