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Slow Down
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Performer
Anita Thomas
Anita Thomas
Additional Vocals
O'Dell
O'Dell
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mia X
Mia X
Composer
Jane Eugene
Jane Eugene
Composer
Carl McIntosh
Carl McIntosh
Composer
Steve Nichol
Steve Nichol
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
O'Dell
O'Dell
Producer

Lyrics

Slow down Slow your role, junior Slow down, slow down (slow down) Slow your role, junior Slow down, I can't take the heat Slow down (slow down baby), it's wicked in these streets Slow down, I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets Life ain't nothing but a big old twist A lot of times when I'm smoking, I'm doing that just to reminisce It's funny, on how shit be A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me But look here, I work hard for all the things I got And to hang with a niggas just an intricate plot You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here, dog, a ho' once told me look Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke B- niggas don't deserve to kick it With rich niggas, nigga we seven figure niggas And we bigger than the biggest Hip-Hop, niggas of rap And when we get to spittin', make sure y'all step back You with that? Cause if you ain't clown We from the D.O double G, we groupie true and slow down Slow down (slow down, down) 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take that heat), it's wicked in these streets Slow down, 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets Ayyo Snoop, I used to kick up dope, ride with niggas Know about the hits, hang with killas Take the broads down for jailhouse visits Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga Have the card parties where the stakes was high Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by I never had a day without no drama Half the OG's age but they call me mama Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'all for real Until my best friend Jill got killed And then I, dropped to my knees and called on the Lord Please change my ways 'cause I'm living too hard And too foul, how I'm gon' raise a child When I'm out here buck wild? Damn I had to slow down Slow down (slow down), 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down (slow down baby, slow down baby) it's wicked in these streets Slow down, 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down (slow down, slow down), it's wicked in these streets Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut And started putting all this game on records For my come up from sun up to sun down I'm trying to get my money Haters ain't gon' stop me cause haters can't run me It's funny when a b- was livin 'foul Everybody seemed glad but now they mad Cause I'm flossing, boss ballin' guilt free And feds can't take shit from me, so slow down I got niggas, shot niggas, drop niggas for fun I swap from these shoulders, I don't need no gun But it's the 90's and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump You don't wanna get caught up in the mix Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, b- We don't, never ever, talk no shit Unless we back that shit up, nigga you get lit Slow down (slow down), I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take the heat, it's wicked in the street) 'cause it's wicked in these streets Slow down, I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take it) it's wicked in these streets Slow down (slow down) I can't take the heat (slow down) Slow your roll, tuck your heat and watch the haters Slow down, slow down Slow your roll, tuck your heat and watch the haters
Writer(s): Morris Broadnax, Clarence Paul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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