Tom: B minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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cause I can't take
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the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
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It's wicked in these streets
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Slow down, cause I can't take the heat,
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slow down
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It's wicked in these streets
Verse 2
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[Snoop]
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking
I'm doing that just to reminisce
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It's funny, on how shit be
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make y'all want to come get me
But look here,
I work hard for all the things I got
And to hang with a nigga's just
an intricate plot
You smoke my weed,
you try to bang my hoes
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And talk bad about a nigga,
But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc
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Bite the hand that feeds you,
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and you'll wind up broke
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Bitch niggas don't deserve
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to kick it with rich niggas
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Nigga we seven figure niggas
And we bigger than the biggest
hip hop niggas in rap
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And when we get to spittin'
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make sure y'all step back
You with that? Cause if you ain't clown,
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We from the D- O double G, we groupie true,
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and slow down
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Verse 3
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[Chorus]
[Mia X]
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Hey yo
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Snoop (I used
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I used to cook up dope,
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ride with niggas
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Know about the hits, hang with killas
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Take the broads down for the
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Have the card parties where
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Go shopping hit the club
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Never had a day without no drama
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Half the OG's age,
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Had the ganja overstuffed
in the hefty bag
Orange peels to kill the smell
slanging with my dad
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I never thought about my life I swear y'all,
for real
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Until my best friend Jill
got killed and then I
and called to the Lord
Please change my ways cause
I'm living too hard
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And too foul,
how I'm gon' raise a child
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When I'm out here buck wild, damn,
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I had to
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slow down
Verse 4
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roll
down to a pimp strut
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And started putting all this game
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on records for my come up
From sun up to sun down,
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I'm trying to get my money
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Hata's ain't gon' stop me cause
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It's funny when a bitch was livin' foul
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Every body seemed glad,
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And Feds can't take shit from me,
Verse 5
niggas shot niggas
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drop niggas for fun
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I squad from these shoulders,
But it's the nineties,
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and niggas don't bump by the end of the round
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The clown bound to dump,
You don't want to get
caught up in my mix
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Cause I'm a sol dier,
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blasting at the rollers, bitch
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We don't never ever, talk no shit
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Unless we mack that shit up,
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nigga you get lit
Verse 6
Slow your roll tuck
your heat and watch the haters
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Slow down (slowdown),
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cause I can't take the heat, slow down
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It's wicked in these streets
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(It's wicked in the street)
Slow down, (I can't take the heat no
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more) cause I can't take the heat
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Slow down (I can't take it) it's
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wicked in these streets
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Slow down (slowdown) cause
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(Slow down) Slow down
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Slow your roll tuck your heat and
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watch the hatas
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Slow down slow down
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Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas
Outro 1
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