Slow It Down
Slow it down If I could go back I would slow it down If I could turn back I would slow it down If I could go back I would do it again Do it again Do, do, do it again Oah Ain't got no time for no bullshit Gotta make moves quick If you snooze then you lose it Lay you down like my cheverlet After a day of play After i juice it Get stupid Hit the corner crooked Don't remember how i took it Don't remember how i made it I remember being faded Remember when i had more than anticipated Got intoxicated I almost got incarcirated Put my petal to the metal Hear me screechin' down the pavement I'm messy lil rob And I'm back up on the block In a rag top with a back drop not knowin' when to stop So i'ma keep on rollin' till the wheels are fallin' off And it might get a little crazy but nobody call the cops We got it under control We're on a gangsta stroll Watchin' out for the pigs on patrol 'Cause my homboys on parole My little homboys on probation Still gots a chance to change his life But right now its incarciration that he's facin' Slow it down If i could go back i would slow it down If i could turn back i would slow it down If i could go back i would do it again Do it again Do, do, do it again Oah See homboy vato down the block He told me vato got shot In the parking lot of the taco shop The towns been hot Been full of cops Been full of blacas I told them i don't really understand it homie Bumpin' this is for la raza Hit the switch like this Its your big end of the street Where i keep my cuete under my seat Where i keep on the creep Where we go to the grave with the secrets we keep And i'ma always keep my word so that i'm able to sleep I'm bumpin' the beat when i heard her body talkin' to me I like what its sayin' and i love what i see You're comin' with me Her body's cold and comfortable the whole So magicly now she's sittin' in my passenger seat We got it under control We rollin' low It's so slow i Hit the land yo and live my life in slow mo If i could do this one more Time again just tell me when so i can do it again Slow it down If i could go back i would slow it down If i could turn back i would slow it down If i could go back i would do it again Do it again Do, do, do it again Oah See one of my homboys he's doin' good He started life over Another homboy not so good He slid now life's over He was supposed to be gettin' married In february Now he's in the coffin being carried at the cemetary Getting burried Take a hit of the joint and keep it cherry 'Cause this shit is gettin' heavy Like the chevy on 5 twentys And that's pretty heavy Tryna make that pretty penny Where there's plenty And i'll be damned if i ain't makin' any Comin' out stronger than many Many bolder than most We get sick with it Sicker than my flows; fuckin' gross The products was where i was brought up It's the bomb like a feline Tag my name on a street sign Throwin' up the peace sign Lookin' for a feline That's bad enough to be mine Fuck ya homboy; she fine So we gon' keep on rollin' Even if i don't know where i'm goin' Slow it down If i could go back i would slow it down If i could turn back i would slow it down If i could go back i would do it again Do it again Do, do, do it again Oah
Written by: JERRY DUPLESSIS, RYAN TOBY, WYCLEF JEAN
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