Mike Dean - Slow Down lyrics

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Mike Dean - Slow Down lyrics

Corey Mo (whas happenin?) Sweet Jones I see a lot of n***as in this rap game man n***as moving too mother f**ing fast Y'all n***as need to... Slow down (know what I'm talking bout, hol' up) n***as poppin pills, sippin barre, smoking fry and God knows whatever else n***as on that Malcolm... X You know like that n***a Breeze said, man the hood gonna catch up with you man You know what I'm saying? [Pimp C] Peep up in the city with the hoes showing a** and titties I'm a ghetto star, and the game's a pity Cause most n***as 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***as sign record deals But they fall off, cause they n***as 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' Bun B When we was broke out on the streets Trying to come up on a motha f**ing Swisher Sweet I used to sell weed, then I sold crack I used to ride in a old-school gold 'llac Fleetwood wit' cherry lights I sold that b**h to that boy Mo, that's why we come down at night Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) {*repeated*} [Pimp C] b**h now I drive a big Benz (big Benz) And spend big money, with my motha f**ing hustling friends I don't buy the O, I buy the quarter-pound I'm talking Indo n***a, I lay these b**hes down What's happening out in L.A., L.A 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** n***as need to get hit up b**h n***as don't deserve no truck Snitch n***as don't deserve to f** n***a 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** 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?) {*repeated*} [Corey Mo] 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***as don't follow the rules and end up losing Way before their time, cause their records ain't moving Better slow down and re-think your strategy n***a Have you still paying dues, you can't be mad at me n***a I ain't looking for no handouts or looking for no friends (un-uh) My brother always told me n***a, 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***as hating, waiting for me to fold I'm bout to shift to another gear and pa** you hoes On the cool, I ain't nobody's goddamn fool Just like you pack tools, n***a I do too So in case you never knew n***a, 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?) {*repeated*} Hol' up, slow down, uh Get your mind on your money Cause your records ain't selling n***a {*repeated*}