ORIGINOO GUNN CLAPAZZ - Slo Mo lyrics
rate me[louieville sluggah]<br>God damn, look at missy missy<br>She actin hot and sigie, I'm gonna catch them titties<br>Oh come kitty kitty, I'm in the store with bell<br>I asked her if she miss me<br>I need change quickly, papi can you split this fifty<br>She started small talk, like where you been<br>I cut her short, it's where I'll be with you and your friends<br>You see girl, I ain't you average man, runnin a million<br>On an island, puffin spliffs with gilligan<br>Set on the hot rocks, sendin my tube socks<br>I'm wonderin, is this what it's like, if the clock stop<br>And at a slow speed, cool breeze, blue trees<br>Higher counts we had, bbq on nude beach<br>Your word becomes a v, you crack a smile now<br>Then find out later, bitch, it ain't shit funny<br>Me all about me sunny, money and keep it cunnin<br>Movin wit my niggas and best to playboy bunnies<br><br>[starang wondah]<br>Aiyo, ya see me the bed, countin ends<br>Yo, I know you have a man, can't you have friends<br>Wanna look me up and down, sayin it depends<br>Aiyo, I treat you like a queen, til I hit the skins<br>Cuz I look good, like your man wish he could<br>Push a phat ride, parkin right in front of the hood<br>Big muthafuckin will, from the m.f.c.<br>I roll a bob marley up, and pass the hennecy<br>Nigga cough, never smoked before, yo weed it up<br>Got chills goin down ya spine, I heat it up<br>Gotta get where I'm goin, and fast<br>Speed it up, I feel a hotel elevator beam me up<br>I take you home, lie you down, so you can dream me up<br>Get your all your friends through and double team me up<br>I can't call it, smoker, never alcoholic<br>Hittin it doggystyle, while you leanin on the toilet<br>O.g.c. put it down like this<br>From the foot to the gas while the spark burn up<br><br>[louieville sluggah]<br>Niggas be charged, spit like cards, it's just too easy<br>Bouncin where you hearin my shit, niggas you feel me<br>All up on your tv, blastin in your cd<br>Hits like damn, the world love them niggas g.c.<br>Let's get together, if da storm, change the weather<br>Don't wanna make it hot, you can send me 4 page letters<br>I won't tell a soul, stay strapped like velcro<br>Ya nana yellin, that's one hell of a fellow<br>Pumpin ya driveway, playin somethin mellow<br>Your pops hear me, call and say, girl hell no<br>See I can understand, that's what the average do<br>So later on, out the window to the avenue
