slow down? Shouldn't I make some kind of sense? From the bed to the typewriter to the fridge, from the phone to the shower. Why can't I slow down?
Übersetzung: Kind Of Like Spitting. Slow Me Down.
I slow down? Shouldn't I make some kind of sense? From the bed to the typewriter to the fridge, from the phone to the shower. Why can't I slow down?
Baby you got) Some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got) My imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like
with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get
me but you'll respect me Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me Coming off soft, I got some machetes Swinging spaghetti like it's
style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I'll hold down the ship Leave you
need is that second chance to show, since incarceration, my obligation of rehabilitation (Oohh no) They can punch me high, and they can kick me low (Oohh no) Spit on me
I knew I had em' when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those" Headed to the spot pouring double shots of XO Play the "Love Below" ane watch'em undress slow
trust either I might, end up shot or (end up shot, hmm) Seems like, (seems like), seems like, (seems like) I gotta do wrong Seems like, (seems like,
Kinda feels like we're on a whole different page right now It feels strange but um, I guess it's kind of like, it's kind of like I feel like I'm morphin
You'll never pimp me I'll never let a hoe, pimp me I'll never let a hoe, pimp me And all my hoe's say Pimp me daddy Ah, Sir Captain, yeah what's goin
the '80s My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys You still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' 'Ice, Ice, Baby', screamin' Shady 'til I die Like
your eyes (Baby you got) Some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got) My imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical Damn, I like
mug me and turn me like I was a sucker So slow ya lil' ass down on this side of town Before you find yourself either melted or even beat down Like that
, boy you scary as hell So go back under ya shell 'cuz you under my spell I never fail, I hold it down like yeah, jail So, now you could call me what
ball bounce And lately I've been walking on dangerous ground It feels like my own partnas don't want me around 'Cause everybody in my crew be trying to argue me down They telling me
and curled toes And the death line that's running Through our friends as well as foes And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost As I go down
