Songtexte:
The Music So Low

So low, so low, I'm low Low, so low, so low, and low Did it fit this way When you see my face Won't you help me babe So low, so low, so low, and low

So low, so low, I'm low Low, so low, so low, and low Did it fit this way When you see my face Won't you help me babe So low, so low, so low, and low

the truth comes second, Just stop, for a minute and Smile Why is everybody so serious! Acting so damn mysterious You got your shades on your eyes And your heels so

For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg But I ain't trickin I ain't nelly and spitzaw Shake that ass drop it low like a striper Shake that ass drop it low

make a broke nigga take somehting so I gotta keep that fo fifth with no safety button G-unit get that money I no some artists is starvin so play the

five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo. Hollar "one-time" when I say so. Don't want to go

Michael Alex: I feel so unsure, As I take your hand, and lead you to the dance floor. As the music dies (as the music dies), There's something in your

it's over, you'll faint fast I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin'?

that Smoke shit, pop shit on the low nigga We roll shit, smoke shit pass the dro nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent] They stay at home All alone In the zone Bumpin' 50's shit That gangsta music