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lirik lagu pimp c – slow down

quart a mo’
(what’s happenin?)
sweet jones
i see a lot of n-gg-z in this rap game, man
n-gg-z moving too mother f-cking fast
y’all n-gg-z need to
slow down
(know what i’m talking ’bout, hol’ up)

n-gg-z poppin’ pills, sippin’ bar, smoking fry
and god knows whatever else
n-gg-z on that malcolm x
you know like that n-gg- breeze said
man, the hood gonna catch up with you, man
you know what i’m saying?

peep up in the city with the hoes showing -ss and t-tties
i’m a ghetto star and the game’s a pity
’cause most n-gg-z get took by the street fame
and they can’t hold on to their spot in this dirty game

i see a lot of n-gg-z sign record deals
but they fall off ’cause they n-gg-z wasn’t real
but i’ve been in this thang since ’92
getting my money, doing what the hustlas do

through the wars, having no cars
going to jail, rapping behind bars
putting it down wit my beat
when we was broke out on the streets
trying to come up on a motha f-cking swisher sweet

i used to sell weed then i sold crack
i used to ride in a old-school gold ‘lac fleetwood wit’ cherry lights
i sold that b-tch to that boy moe, that’s why we come down at night
slow down
(know what i’m talking ’bout?)
slow down
(know what i’m talking ’bout?)

b-tch now i drive a big benz
(big benz)
and spend big money with my motha f-cking hustling friends
i don’t buy the o, i buy the quarter-pound
i’m talking indo n-gg-, i lay these b-tches down

what’s happening out in la, la
when i’m out there with the boo-yaa tribe
and that’s how i play
(that’s how i play)
and i’m hollerin’ at yuk and c-bo too
i hear whatcha saying and i’m a do what y’all wanna do

’cause f-ck n-gg-z need to get hit up
b-tch, n-gg-z don’t deserve no truck
snitch, n-gg-z don’t deserve to f-ck
n-gg- outta luck

that’s why your records ain’t selling and ya stuck
you need to slow down before somebody hit you up
you need to slow down before somebody f-ck you up
you need to slow down before it comes to get you
hit you in your wig and ain’t nothing to split you
slow down
(know what i’m talking ’bout?)
slow down
(know what i’m talking ’bout?)

you see this rap game is more than just rhymes and beats
it designed to make money, it starts in the streets
a lotta n-gg-z don’t follow the rules and end up losing
way before their time ’cause their records ain’t moving

better slow down and rethink your strategy n-gg-
have you still paying dues, you can’t be mad at me n-gg-
i ain’t looking for no handouts or looking for no friends
(un-uh)
my brother always told me n-gg-, go and get your ends

and that’s what i’m a do, it’s the honest to god truth
i’m a stay up on these beats and i’m a stay off in the booth
so all you n-gg-z hating, waiting for me to fold
i’m ’bout to shift to another gear and p-ss you hoes

on the cool, i ain’t n-body’s godd-mn fool
just like you pack tools, n-gg- i do too
so in case you never knew n-gg-, you know now
what you ought to be trying to do is on the real
is slow down
slow down
(know what i’m talking ’bout?)
slow down
(know what i’m talking ’bout?)

hol’ up, slow down, uh
get your mind on your money
’cause your records ain’t selling
n-gg-

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