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Albums:

Bobby Valentino (Bobby V) · Bobby Valentino (Bobby V) · Valentino Kanzyani & Tommy DeClerque Remix (MOS) · Slow Slow Quick Quick Slow [Empress] (Victor Silvester) · Slow Slow Quick Quick Slow [ASV/Living Era] (Victor Silvester) · Lenny Valentino (The Auteurs) · Valentino (Connie Francis) · S. Valentino Compilation (Hutchinson, Hutch) · We Love You Bobby: A Tribute To Bobby Bland (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bobby Sherman/Portrait of Bobby (Bobby Sherman) – and 90 other albums »


Tim and Bob
Bobby Valentino
Let's slow it down
It's the remix

I can tell you keep yourself
Hair and nails done plus a good job
Baby I can
Tim and Bob
Bobby Valentino
I slow it down
It's the remix

I can tell you keep yourself up
Hair and nails done plus a good job
Baby, I can
haha)
(By the end of the night, you goin' be mine)
(Luda! And Valentin' the dream)

[Bobby Valentino (Ludacris)]
Don't leave your girl round me
that slow us down
If it's too quiet, we make our own noise
Now you can bet your boots by the end of the week
My pretty little girl is ready for me
path
Gave everything I had
Took what I could grab (check it)
It was just a bunch of open rags

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
This is the story in
your top three
You cocky?
I cock, Squeeze
Bust them things not you sloppy
Speed it up, slow it down, then screw it
Don't bite the flow because I got
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you want me to speed it up (Twista)
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you want me to speed it up
Partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose)
Partners is soggy they waterheads like Bobby
Partners is mildew that's right
Partners confused
featuring Angel Cake 



c'mon Bobby  turn off that loud shit 

Damn  I want to hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you 

You know
and Jose Happiness
Drift with Smokey, Bill Medley, Bobby Taylor, and Otis Redding.
Soul music where frustrations are washed by drums, Nina and Miriam
but don't need me
Young independent (yea she work hard)
But you can't tell from the way that she walk
She don't slow down, 'cause she ain't got time
sucked, when I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney

Life is a game
Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord!

Thirtys in the city movin' slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas
If Jermaine likes it
He do
Yo, uh, uh
You know what? Y'all ain't ready for this
Still scrambling from the damage of the last remix
Most of your
If Jermaine likes it
He do
Yo, uh, uh
You know what? Y'all ain't ready for this
Still scrambling from the damage of the last remix
Most of your
Half of thease crabs can't even rhyme right
Which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
What you want I already got
And after I control I keep
It's like I am being pulled down
Funny how I keep my head up
It was slow dough then it sped up
(Repeat x2)

Slow dough never made it in my
want but don't need me
Young independent (yea she work hard)
But you can't tell from the way that she walk
She don't slow down, 'cause she ain't got
board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me
Said, "Yo, son, don't stress over no one, roll a slow one
Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow
place 
So goo like birthday cake 
Lets put it down like Bobby Brown 
And ma man Baby Face 

[Chorus]

Use to a time 
When I skipped the game
to do
But to give you part two of my confessions 

Man, how did she bring it up? How did she break it down?
Man, you at the clinic? Dog, slow down
that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before..
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)

[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
Doggin' em
Hah ah uh ah uh
Here We Go

I bring you up and then you bring me down
Now how you gonna clown the top dogg in the pound
Girl, my
keeps brothers 
Smothered under deep covers 
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams 
Enough to make you hold hands 
And plus you a bold man 
You fall in