to slow down If You know that I?m going too fast for my own good Tell me to slow down If the way is leading to a dead end Tell me to slow down Turn
to slow down, If you know that I'm going too fast for my own good. Tell me to slow down, If the way is leading to a dead end. Tell me to slow down, Turn
me to slow down, If you know that I'm going too fast for my own good. Tell me to slow down, If the way is leading to a dead end. Tell me to slow down,
This is for the soldiers That see the sun at midnight You dig, let me slow down It's so incredible I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better
I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed
is released, gas from the canister Raise the black fist, we keep the earth on it's axis I make a good day move slow like molasses Welcome to the bee
you, until the break of day! Yeah, uhh - uhh yeah, rapps on deck [Chorus] When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible When I put it down it's so unforgettable
It's so depressin', uh Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars, bitches) Shit Is Real Part 2 (Drugs) Modern day (Society you know?) See what
down from all angles Trapped inside this devil's triangle like Bo I had the Jangles And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans One cross eyed and hunchbacked, the other must be mixed with black The third
you later But I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fuckin' haters And I'm hiddin' gators on the refrigerator Down south Memphis Tenn pimpin' gotta rep it The third
hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General Walk one day
in that game livin' day for day I got reason's to leave and reason's to stay To see the finer thing's in life Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
mothafuckers giving me the third degree Look at the waiting room It's filled to the rim like the county jail day room Nobody gettin' help Since we poor, the hospital move slow
whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin' third string players, first day
I wanna walk down Third Street slow, drive up and down the coast Watching the sunset hang while God puts on His show I want a life outside my own, a stranger
haters say Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing
my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out" You know you light up when the lights go down And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown Same faces every day