Tha Dogg Pound - Slow Your Role lyrics

rate me

Yeah nigga, this hit is a hustle

Niggaz be hustlin backwards

But they all need to slow down, and get some game first nigga

Boy you better get some game (slow your motherfuckin roll)

Listen what a nigga sayin... (slow down)

Boy you're 'bout to lose control... (yeah)

This is how you need to roll... (slow down)

The lil' homey got shot

Doin just a whole lot... (yeah, hold up)

Cause he just wouldn't listen

Now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison

Slow down muh'fucker, I think you're movin too fast

You a crash dummy, your parkin leaves you ready to crash

If you ask me, I'll say fuck ya, buck ya I'll come up and touch ya

With them hammers I'll nail you down

I can't tell you hardhead niggaz nothin

'Specially when you come up from nothin and get somethin

It's comatose, I leave you unconscious

I'm a nauseous, street nigga who out to stomp this

With an attitude, you know I got to feud

Allude

Abuse in battle my tactics

To all you niggaz who be thinkin so plastic

I stay on my grizzy my grind, run my bling every time

I got that good shit because it's hard to find

I stay quick to climb, got my mind on my money

And my money on my mind, nigga all the time, slow down

Nigga, doin too much out of bounds out of touch

Out of sync out of whack off beat off track

Too much motherfuckin pressure nigga no aim

No focus, no goals, no G in you, no game

Niggaz wanna go get money with no game

Pimpin black bitches and snowbunnies with no game

Got a Chinese bitch that told me 'bout yo' spot

Your whole entire clientele on yo' block

Better watch... smashin on you busters off top

Two choppers, two glocks

You need to calm down, before you get surround

How much, could I get for a busload of birds

Try to jack me 'fore it get served

Murder currency a word

A trial

Calicos with teflon to overlook the curb, slow down

Come around here, get your head bust over the pavement

No fuck nigga, what the fuck was you sayin

Niggaz around here homey ain't jokin or playin

We runnin niggaz over when the gun be sprayin

Bodies talk, bullshit walk, sidewalks in chalk

The nigga caught slippin cause his ass is hot~!

He movin like a locomotive, now he's dead

Nigga and bangin was the motive, last word spoken

Bodies gettin stretched from Tacoma to Oakland

On the streets, heartbeat, bang and bust

Just shut the fuck up and take some game from us

I got purple, blueberry, cash and hoes

I got a nickel nigga strip, elbows and toes

Every word that's comin out of your mouth, you showin me 'bout it

Every bird that's comin out of your house, you told me 'bout it

Your mouth, slow it down, nigga hold it down, slow down