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