Lyrics:
show these fuckin' fuckers who the fuck is gonna duck
When I come in with a motherfuckin' gat
Oh is that a little too fast
Let me slow it down, 'cause
hurt and jerk
Smokin' on the blunt
Burnin' down, crippin' ain't easy yo hysteria
Watch slow, here I go, Slobs yellin': HIT THE FLOOR!
But it's too late
The people that you meet each day
(a blue muppet, I believe, walks onstage)
[Bob: Oh, hi there, little fella.]
[Anything Muppet #1: Hello.]
[Bob:
Pulled up
Pulled up
Pulled up, foreign all foreign
Leather seats, scissor doors
Off white, Dior, but the whip’s sky blue
You’re boring, get goin
kill a nigga like cancer tho'
Dem Boyz N Da Hood keep .44's and Calico's
454's under the hood of they Supersports
You know it's goin' down when they
I ain't goin' out unless 30 niggas die
I'm dying anyway so I'm thinking suicide
Run into a crowd of niggas dyin' by the pistol
Took the motheruckin'
sight
I'm still standin duck the lights
One wrong move that's my life
I could never get it right
Goin under close my eyes
Wake up blue lights
Wanna put me
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
Tell me how yah feel
Do you love it when I go slow?
Pick it up, drop it down low low low low
Is it real?
We connected on a new plane
Take a trip made
getting weaker
My chance too slim
Mountain getting steeper
I fell to drink
Thirst quenching the weeper
Hallucinogenic ladies by my side
Elongated image
Subway Footlongs All I tote!
In your neighborhood broad daylight searchin'
For another kick door
Slow it down, slow it down
Speed it up breakin' that
64
Call that a drop top more like a lowrider
Cant wait till we married so I can slide inside you
Let me bring it back whoa now just slow it down
I hate
Train
Tookie Williams over Coltrane
Eric B by the rope chain
R-S-C, we fosho bang
Tiny Locs and they go crazy
What you know about the dope game?
Was
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
game,
Goin against a rook
Buck shots at you mutts from the dog pound,
Y’all getting put down....I put my foot down
Stomp out all you internet flames,
shop and bop to 48 states
So when you see them Texas plates
You know it's goin down
B-Do in a city near you
Straight out that po'-nine
And I'ma hold it
niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court
think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just
Like a freight train out of the blue
Nothin's gonna slow me down
Wound up so tight I'm smoking
Baby just a thinking 'bout you
Nothin's gonna slow me
P.I. Yeah, aye, wussup 'cause, it's going down
East side yeah, your boy sean p, nelly, pimp see, aye
my paint too wet bitch, never pay my set bitch
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
Do you slow down? No I don't, yeah
Can I rock with you? Man there you go
You better keep up with my pace and with this race
Because we're going
Too
Yeah
Yeah this the one
This is what I’ve been taking about
Man shoutout Bobby
Man I've been working on this for a while now
Motherfuckers might hate
Stuck for now, can't change my weather
Feelings flow you know it's now or never
Pulling triggers slow, we going down together
Hair curled, hotel shared
Well I'm goin' down slow
Got those Ecological Blues.
Come on hit it!
Well it's down by the ocean
I like diggin' by the sea
I caught myself one dead
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