slow your role

Singer:tha dogg pound

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

listen what a nigga sayin. boy you're 'bout to lose control. this is how you need to roll. the lil' homey got shot

doin just a whole lot. 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 the fierce motherfuckin nigga cause you so confused

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

house borough and suburb

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

Lyric Context: slow your role - tha dogg pound