Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slow Your Roll, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Album song Cali Iz Active, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Slow Your Roll |
Yeah nigga, this hit is a hustle |
Niggas be hustlin backwards |
But they all need to slow down, and get some game first nigga |
Boy you better get some game (slow your motherfuckin roll) |
Listen what a nigga sayin. |
(slow down) |
Boy you’re 'bout to lose control. |
(yeah) |
This is how you need to roll. |
(slow down) |
The lil' homey got shot |
Doin just a whole lot. |
(yeah, hold up) |
Cause he just wouldn’t listen |
Now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison |
Slow down muh’fucker, I think you’re movin too fast |
You a crash dummy, your parkin leaves you ready to crash |
If you ask me, I’ll say fuck ya, buck ya I’ll come up and touch ya |
With them hammers I’ll nail you down |
I can’t tell you hardhead niggas nothin |
'Specially when you come up from nothin and get somethin |
It’s comatose, I leave you unconscious |
I’m a nauseous, street nigga who out to stomp this |
With an attitude, you know I got to feud |
Allude the fierce motherfuckin nigga cause you so confused |
Abuse in battle my tactics |
To all you niggas who be thinkin so plastic |
I stay on my grizzy my grind, run my bling every time |
I got that good shit because it’s hard to find |
I stay quick to climb, got my mind on my money |
And my money on my mind, nigga all the time, slow down |
w/ different ad libs |
Nigga, doin too much out of bounds out of touch |
Out of sync out of whack off beat off track |
Too much motherfuckin pressure nigga no aim |
No focus, no goals, no G in you, no game |
Niggas wanna go get money with no game |
Pimpin black bitches and snowbunnies with no game |
Got a Chinese bitch that told me 'bout yo' spot |
Your whole entire clientele on yo' block |
Better watch. |
smashin on you busters off top |
Two choppers, two Glocks |
You need to calm down, before you get surround |
How much, could I get for a busload of birds |
Try to jack me 'fore it get served |
Murder currency a word |
A trial, house borough and suburb |
Calicos with teflon to overlook the curb, slow down |
w/ different ad libs |
Come around here, get your head bust over the pavement |
No fuck nigga, what the fuck was you sayin |
Niggas around here homey ain’t jokin or playin |
We runnin niggas over when the gun be sprayin |
Bodies talk, bullshit walk, sidewalks in chalk |
The nigga caught slippin cause his ass is hot~! |
He movin like a locomotive, now he’s dead |
Nigga and bangin was the motive, last word spoken |
Bodies gettin stretched from Tacoma to Oakland |
On the streets, heartbeat, bang and bust |
Just shut the fuck up and take some game from us |
I got purple, blueberry, cash and hoes |
I got a nickel nigga strip, elbows and toes |
Every word that’s comin out of your mouth, you showin me 'bout it |
Every bird that’s comin out of your house, you told me 'bout it |
Your mouth, slow it down, nigga hold it down, slow down |
w/ different ad libs |