a world she can't control Hold on real tight Enjoy the ride She knows there's no erasers No feeling safer And we all have a place to go When we can'
to Slow down You need to Slow... You need to Slow... You need to Slow Down You need to Slow... Baby for real You need to Slow it on... Slow it on Down
And they say what comes around goes around So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down I got a smoother style Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile
outta where (uh) You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here So write your number on this paper (uh) I might wanna scrape ya (uh) Next year when I go
re the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn
someone that you close to, Then the body parts start coming in the postal, Summers getting close to, gotta go drop, I gotta slow bop in the proda low
drive slow [drive slow] Where beggers and gangstas pass Women and dank are Just part of a face that we show We got mountains and ocean We move in slow
Chorus] [Verse 3: The Game] There she go again talking all that (jazz) Girl stop playing I'd tap that (ass) We go real slow or do it (fast) Just like
dual hummers and tell them my crew coming for war [Verse 1:] Ay yooooooooooooooo! I can't let the day go without lettin' the K go Now watch his face
Young California got that mass appeal I summons the hood, they get up in yo' ass for real Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real And all you niggaz
: [Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
Jackson's album But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP [Chorus] [The Game] Real gangsters never
P Thats For Em The 40 Oz Spillin Thats For Him I Got The System In The Bently On Blast For Him I Go Bananas Like Plastic Timbs And My Lyrics Go Over A
Jimmy So if I slip up, I KNOW where they gon' send me (let's go!) You don't! But all the real folk roll with me You won't! So I'm a hold down yo' city
slow for me No doubt you're playin' real cool homey Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be So let yourself go
break off I said to myself "Oh well, just stay lost" Breathe In But wouldn't take the word in slow Lost the context that I heard before Wouldn't meditate on the word I just go
that it's on) I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video So when Nelly, can we go
I speak profound I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound! [Verse 2: Lejuan Love] Yo, check out the Mr. Mixx beat that I flow off While I go off
