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Snoop Dogg( Cordozar Calvin Broadus )
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Slow Down
Lyricist:Carl G. Mcintosh, Steve Orlando Nichol, Jane Eugene Sendall-peters
Slow down, slow down Slow down, slow down
Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets
Life ain't nothin' but a big old twist A lot of times when I'm smokin' I'm doin' that just to reminisce It's funny on how shit be
A lot of money, make y'll wanna come get me But look here, I work hard for all the things I got And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc Bite the hand that feeds you and you'll wind up broke Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick it with rich niggas
Nigga we seven figure niggas And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap And when we get to spittin' make sure y'll step back You with that? 'Cause if you ain't clown We from the D O double G, we groupie true and slow down
Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets
Ayyo Snoop, I used to cook up dope, ride with niggas Know about the hits, hang with killas Take the broads down for the jail house visits Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga
Have the card parties where the stakes was high Go shoppin', hit the club and then Never had a day without no drama Half the OG's age but they call me Mama
Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Orange peels to kill the smell slangin' with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'll, for real Until my best friend Jill got killed and then I
Dropped to my knees and called to the Lord Please change my ways 'cause I'm livin' too hard And too foul, how I'm gon' raise a child When I'm out here buck wild, damn, I had to slow down
Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets
Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut And started puttin' all this game on records for my come up From sun up to sun down, I'm tryin' to get my money Hata's ain't gon' stop me 'cause hatas can't run me
It's funny when a bitch was livin' foul Every body seemed glad but now they mad 'Cause I'm flossin', boss ballin' guilt free And Feds can't take shit from me, so slow down
I got niggas shot niggas drop niggas for fun I [Incomprehensible]from these shoulders, I don't need no gun But it's the nineties and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in my mix 'Cause I'm a soldier, blastin' at the rollers, bitch We don't neva eva, talk no shit Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you get lit
Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets
Slow down 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets
Slow down, slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat And watch the hatas
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