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letra de slow your roll - tha dogg pound

[intro]
yeah n-gga, this hit is a hustle
n-ggas be hustlin backwards
but they all need to slow down, and get some game first n-gga

[chorus]
boy you better get some game (slow your motherf-ckin roll)
listen what a n-gga 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 n-gga dead or the n-gga in prison

[daz]
slow down muh’f-cker, 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 f-ck ya, buck ya i’ll come up and touch ya
with them hammers i’ll nail you down
i can’t tell you hardhead n-ggas nothin
‘specially when you come up from nothin and get somethin
it’s comatose, i leave you unconscious
i’m a nauseous, street n-gga who out to stomp this
with an att-tude, you know i got to feud
allude{?} the fierce motherf-ckin n-gga cause you so confused
abuse in battle my tactics
to all you n-ggas who be thinkin so plastic
i stay on my grizzy my grind, run my bling every time
i got that good sh-t because it’s hard to find
i stay quick to climb, got my mind on my money
and my money on my mind, n-gga all the time, slow down

[chorus] w/ different ad libs

[kurupt]
n-gga, doin too much out of bounds out of touch
out of sync out of whack off beat off track
too much motherf-ckin pressure n-gga no aim
no focus, no goals, no g in you, no game
n-ggas wanna go get money with no game
pimpin black b-tches and snowbunnies with no game
got a chinese b-tch 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

[chorus] w/ different ad libs

[daz]
come around here, get your head bust over the pavement
no f-ck n-gga, what the f-ck was you sayin
n-ggas around here homey ain’t jokin or playin
we runnin n-ggas over when the gun be sprayin
bodies talk, bullsh-t walk, sidewalks in chalk
the n-gga caught slippin cause his -ss is hot~!
he movin like a locomotive, now he’s dead
n-gga and bangin was the motive, last word spoken

[kurupt]
bodies gettin stretched from tacoma to oakland
on the streets, heartbeat, bang and bust
just shut the f-ck up and take some game from us
i got purple, blueberry, cash and hoes
i got a nickel n-gga 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, n-gga hold it down, slow down

[chorus] w/ different ad libs

- tha dogg pound

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