Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Locs Slow Down , by - Warren G. Release date: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Young Locs Slow Down |
| Take notes young locs, I advise y’all to slow down |
| Glocks, K’s, and eagles trying to put a murder down |
| Watching fools servin’found |
| Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches |
| And getting bitches with plenty riches |
| And if you bang homie, do that |
| But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that |
| And all you see is the glamor and gold |
| Don’t know the other side of the game is where it’s scandalous and cold |
| Your destiny is in your hands, you got control |
| Wasting time with your life until your ass is old |
| Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp |
| Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp |
| Can’t fuck with, what you asked for |
| Sometimes you just should let go Get what you need and not want |
| Some folks believe and some don’t |
| These are the ones that don’t last |
| Hard head makes soft ass |
| But it was something that I had to have |
| I just had to have |
| Whats crackin’gangsta |
| Little woe G sake with a bang loose |
| Dickie sagging how should kicking it Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you |
| Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya |
| I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering |
| A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop |
| Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt |
| Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf |
| Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother |
| You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker |
| Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block |
| Caught your brother slippin’and flippin’the lead |
| Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious |
| For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper |
| And remember, loc’s success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga |
| Murder, murder, murder |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I’m trying to live, trying to survive |
| Murder, murder, murder |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I’m trying to live, trying to survive |
| Niggas done got the game twisted |
| Yet if these bustas pump 'em up And just start division, fool listen |
| Life is like a grab shot |
| You can either hit the jackpot |
| Stack a not and get a calf shot |
| Live you life homie |
| Don’t get pumped up to dump and get cracked |
| And moms put a block on the phone |
| You’s a hard motherfucker, but now you all alone |
| All alone in the streets it was on But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone |
| Your on your own |
| Until the youth, I spit to you |
| They call me G dub and I spit the truth |