| 歌曲 | Mr Slow Flow |
| 歌手 | Evidence |
| 专辑 | The Weatherman LP |
| 作曲 : Chavez, Graham, Perretta | |
| GO! [Evidence:] | |
| Step it up... | |
| Hear me, feel the funk, yeah | |
| I can smoke a whole eighth in a spliff | |
| Some call that a problem but | |
| I call it a gift | |
| Hit the clutch then | |
| I start to shift | |
| Turn it up - light my dutch then start to drift | |
| Lost Angel, | |
| Westside rider | |
| The official, four-oh-five | |
| Friday, sound provider | |
| Underground hitman, hard to hire | |
| Unsigned death threats written in typewriters | |
| Poetic, I'm that type of writer | |
| Got that "Don't call me, I'll call you" type of fire | |
| Fake it 'til you make it, you're such a good liar | |
| Headliners used to not make the flyer | |
| Four-oh-one | |
| K, and I don't mean retire | |
| Chase loops, still war all day, | |
| I'm in denial | |
| Peace ain't the word to play - it's violence | |
| I ain't have shit good to say, so here's silence... [Chorus: cuts by DJ Revolution] [Jay-Z:] "I slow flows y'all to death" [Evidence:] | |
| Yeah, don't stress, emotions rest ' | |
| Til they wanna see my best, as good as it gets | |
| Don't hold weak cards, don't hold regrets | |
| Players, don't change past the seventh inning stretch | |
| Learned from vets and they ain't pet doctors | |
| They the type they arrest in "Clockers" | |
| We sellin out these operas, and don't mean sing | |
| I mean opera house stage we rockin | |
| C-A, all day | |
| Reppin it, party time, excellent | |
| It's perfection kid, | |
| I'm not affectionate | |
| That's what my last girl said, too much estrogen (I'm in trouble) | |
| Yeah, that ain't | |
| PC But sometimes that ain't | |
| E-V (what can I do) | |
| I just feel that way | |
| Right now | |
| I'm on my | |
| J-O, issue payroll | |
| Speak in codes, 'til we reach another day [Chorus] [Evidence:] { | |
| Ay light another one man!} | |
| I used to be | |
| Ice-T "Reckless" (RECKLESS) | |
| Wild out like | |
| I'd never see braekfast | |
| Nightmares, tiein dreamcatchers | |
| Tryin to run breathless, outta control | |
| I don't give orders, | |
| I make suggestions | |
| Then walk away! | |
| I've learned my lessons (Ev have patience) | |
| It's simple, they neglect it | |
| Win at chess, still lose at checkers | |
| That ain't weakness, it's a death wish | |
| Choke 'em out; another off the checklist | |
| I came too far not to be respected | |
| And drove too far to hear they closed the guestlist (You gotta be kiddin me) | |
| A new rain out the smokin bar | |
| Umbrellas up, these cats are dogs | |
| And just because it barely ever hails in | |
| L.A. They say | |
| I can't reign the game and hail from | |
| H.A.? They crazy! [Chorus] [PMD:] | |
| When five-oh roll, they say what's the | |
| M.O. Another rapper was hit, by | |
| Mr. Slow Flow "By Mr. Slow Flow" [scratched] [Ev:] | |
| That's what they call me this year |
| zuò qǔ : Chavez, Graham, Perretta | |
| GO! Evidence: | |
| Step it up... | |
| Hear me, feel the funk, yeah | |
| I can smoke a whole eighth in a spliff | |
| Some call that a problem but | |
| I call it a gift | |
| Hit the clutch then | |
| I start to shift | |
| Turn it up light my dutch then start to drift | |
| Lost Angel, | |
| Westside rider | |
| The official, fourohfive | |
| Friday, sound provider | |
| Underground hitman, hard to hire | |
| Unsigned death threats written in typewriters | |
| Poetic, I' m that type of writer | |
| Got that " Don' t call me, I' ll call you" type of fire | |
| Fake it ' til you make it, you' re such a good liar | |
| Headliners used to not make the flyer | |
| Fourohone | |
| K, and I don' t mean retire | |
| Chase loops, still war all day, | |
| I' m in denial | |
| Peace ain' t the word to play it' s violence | |
| I ain' t have shit good to say, so here' s silence... Chorus: cuts by DJ Revolution JayZ: " I slow flows y' all to death" Evidence: | |
| Yeah, don' t stress, emotions rest ' | |
| Til they wanna see my best, as good as it gets | |
| Don' t hold weak cards, don' t hold regrets | |
| Players, don' t change past the seventh inning stretch | |
| Learned from vets and they ain' t pet doctors | |
| They the type they arrest in " Clockers" | |
| We sellin out these operas, and don' t mean sing | |
| I mean opera house stage we rockin | |
| CA, all day | |
| Reppin it, party time, excellent | |
| It' s perfection kid, | |
| I' m not affectionate | |
| That' s what my last girl said, too much estrogen I' m in trouble | |
| Yeah, that ain' t | |
| PC But sometimes that ain' t | |
| EV what can I do | |
| I just feel that way | |
| Right now | |
| I' m on my | |
| JO, issue payroll | |
| Speak in codes, ' til we reach another day Chorus Evidence: | |
| Ay light another one man! | |
| I used to be | |
| IceT " Reckless" RECKLESS | |
| Wild out like | |
| I' d never see braekfast | |
| Nightmares, tiein dreamcatchers | |
| Tryin to run breathless, outta control | |
| I don' t give orders, | |
| I make suggestions | |
| Then walk away! | |
| I' ve learned my lessons Ev have patience | |
| It' s simple, they neglect it | |
| Win at chess, still lose at checkers | |
| That ain' t weakness, it' s a death wish | |
| Choke ' em out another off the checklist | |
| I came too far not to be respected | |
| And drove too far to hear they closed the guestlist You gotta be kiddin me | |
| A new rain out the smokin bar | |
| Umbrellas up, these cats are dogs | |
| And just because it barely ever hails in | |
| L. A. They say | |
| I can' t reign the game and hail from | |
| H. A.? They crazy! Chorus PMD: | |
| When fiveoh roll, they say what' s the | |
| M. O. Another rapper was hit, by | |
| Mr. Slow Flow " By Mr. Slow Flow" scratched Ev: | |
| That' s what they call me this year |