Whether you in L.A., Philly, Brooklyn or Mississippi
Drive slow like your "Boyz n the Hood" lookin' for Ricky
Whips roll slow like hearses, headin' to churches
We gargle with holy water and spit, bless 'em with verses
I ain't the type that flosses pricey watches
But'll build a whole mansion out of Nike boxes
Cause y'all be dippin' whips at speeds that make your tail spin
While I be ridin' slow, pumpin' brakes like mailmen
You f**-up, I buck with the forces of horses
Puttin' more slugs on you than the floor of a forest
Got more power than Porsches driven by sorcerers
Y'all are soccer moms pushin' four door Corsicas
Admit it though, dude, that my sh** is so smooth
You'll be ridin' so slow that your spinners won't move
Seat back, volume up, b**hes sayin', "He's bad"
Ridin' real slow, playin' Sammy The Sleezbag