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Chorus: |
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Slow it down |
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If i could go back i would slow it down |
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If i could turn back i would slow it down |
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If i could go back i would do it again |
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Do it again |
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Do, do, do it again |
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Ooaaahh |
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Verse 1: |
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Ain't got no time for no bullshit |
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Gotta make moves quick |
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If you snooze then you lose it |
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Lay you down like my cheverlet |
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After a day of play |
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After i juice it |
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Get stupid |
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Hit the corner crooked |
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Don't remember how i took it |
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Don't remember how i made it |
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I remember being faded |
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Remember when i had more than anticipated |
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Got intoxicated |
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I almost got incarcirated |
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Put my petal to the metal |
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Hear me screechin' down the pavement |
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I'm messy lil rob |
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And i'm back up on the block |
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In a rag top with a back drop not knowin' when to stop |
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So i'ma keep on rollin' till the wheels are fallin' off |
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And it might get a little crazy but nobody call the cops |
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We got it under control |
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We're on a gangsta stroll |
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Watchin' out for the pigs on patrol |
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Cuz my homboys on parole |
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My little homboys on probation |
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Still gots a chance to change his life |
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But right now its incarciration that he's facin' |
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Chorus: |
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Slow it down |
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If i could go back i would slow it down |
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If i could turn back i would slow it down |
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If i could go back i would do it again |
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Do it again |
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Do, do, do it again |
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Ooaaahh |
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Verse 2: |
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See homboy vato down the block |
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He told me vato got shot |
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In the parking lot of the taco shop |
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The towns been hot |
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Been full of cops |
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Been full of blacas |
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I told them i don't really understand it homie |
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Bumpin' this is for la raza |
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Hit the switch like this |
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Its your big end of the street |
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Where i keep my cuete under my seat |
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Where i keep on the creep |
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Where we go to the grave with the secrets we keep |
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And i'ma always keep my word so that i'm able to sleep |
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I'm bumpin' the beat when i heard her body talkin' to me |
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I like what its sayin' and i love what i see |
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You're comin' with me |
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Her body's cold and comfortable the whole |
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So magicly now she's sittin' in my passenger seat |
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We got it under control |
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We rollin' low |
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It's so slow i |
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Hit the land yo and live my life in slow mo |
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If i could do this one more |
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Time again just tell me when so i can do it again |
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Chorus: |
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Slow it down |
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If i could go back i would slow it down |
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If i could turn back i would slow it down |
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If i could go back i would do it again |
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Do it again |
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Do, do, do it again |
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Ooaaahh |
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Verse 3: |
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See one of my homboys he's doin' good |
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He started life over |
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Another homboy not so good |
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He slid now life's over |
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He was supposed to be gettin' married |
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In february |
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Now he's in the coffin being carried at the cemetary |
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Getting burried |
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Take a hit of the joint and keep it cherry |
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Cuz this shit is gettin' heavy |
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Like the chevy on 5 twentys |
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And that's pretty heavy |
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Tryna make that pretty penny |
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Where there's plenty |
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And i'll be damned if i ain't makin' any |
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Comin' out stronger than many |
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Many bolder than most |
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We get sick with it |
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Sicker than my flows; fuckin' gross |
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The products was where i was brought up |
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It's the bomb like a feline |
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Tag my name on a street sign |
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Throwin' up the peace sign |
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Lookin' for a feline |
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That's bad enough to be mine |
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Fuck ya homboy; she fine |
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So we gon' keep on rollin' |
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Even if i don't know where i'm goin' |
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Chorus: |
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Slow it down |
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If i could go back i would slow it down |
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If i could turn back i would slow it down |
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If i could go back i would do it again |
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Do it again |
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Do, do, do it again |
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Ooaaahh |
