Fordítás: Lil 'O. Slow Down [feat. Big Moe].
[Chorus: Big Moe with Lil' O in parenthesis] Girl I think I want to slow down cause your the one for me (I'm tired of being a playa and a balla Just
Then Boldy factored a did To know the cash that Im flippin 6 o's gon get stashed in the ceilin 6 o's in traffic Im pinchin this o And that one get split
6-O's in traffic Im pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one
them chicks and get freaky Lil' momma don't believe me I showed her, I showed her, I beat it out the frame I told her I'm a beast and lil' momma I'm
You can eat for free Slow down, sweetie My waist is 24 I'm far from greedy You gonna love it believe me Chain on my neck Preserve the sexy The O's
flag, let the pants sag, fuck a drag (I'm a puff the whole bag) Yeah, it's the low down and I'm the Low-key, The O.G. niggas know me (True) So take it
had to bring 'em back yo When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five O A hard core life
is, whoa Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is, whoa Memphis and lil' rock, my niggaz is, whoa Panama niggaz they hold me down like, whoa My New York peoples they hold me down
Check it out Lil' Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet Eatin' a bowl of cream o' wheat She gave me a show, whatta you know That lil' hoe was a freak, aw Oh,
KC Yeaaah Yeeaaaah C-O-S-S-O-M Like this...Hold up, she got the blue dress fittin' (fittin') She got her hair hangin down (hangin down) Lil mama
Will Smithin' My jeans a 'lil less baggy, money still fittin.' The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin' Them Randy Johnson O.G. niggas still
stuck like Chuck into what we weave Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead Best believe I'll change the steeds Take the lead, change the speed Slow it down
o-p, thats the top man Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know we comin down bald fades, not afros
a distance in the Expedition I'm on chrome 20 inches, you'd know who I be Oh yes, you'd know me Hoes see millionaire that's H O T Wodie slow down, you
horses, My babi gurls get the pink Porsches. Dookie Jims and theyre all gorgeous. Came to'em had a mean fortress, A french maid blowin me down like Farah
coast whole, boxing the Philly down Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south Carolina
