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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bucwheed
Bucwheed
Vocals
Imani
Imani
Vocals
Slimkid3
Slimkid3
Vocals
The Meters
The Meters
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emandu Wilcox
Emandu Wilcox
Songwriter
George Porter
George Porter
Songwriter
Arthur Neville
Arthur Neville
Songwriter
John Martinez
John Martinez
Songwriter
Rahsaan Jackson
Rahsaan Jackson
Songwriter
T. Hardson
T. Hardson
Songwriter
Joseph Modeliste
Joseph Modeliste
Songwriter
Leo Nocentelli
Leo Nocentelli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Phillips
Al Phillips
Additional Engineer
Doug Boehm
Doug Boehm
Additional Engineer
Eric Sarafin
Eric Sarafin
Mixing Engineer
J-Swift
J-Swift
Producer
James Mansfield
James Mansfield
Additional Engineer
Jim Ervin
Jim Ervin
Additional Engineer
Joe Primeau
Joe Primeau
Mixing Engineer
The Pharcyde
The Pharcyde
Co-Producer

Lyrics

So here it is, fuck it, friends or no friends I had enough bullshit to last me clear to the ends of my term I hate worms, so I'ma bring in the fish And induce my backhand to refrain from my fist Yeah I wish that I change then I could shed all the mains You trippin' on my ego but all my shit is sustained Order order, I cross the border for a spot in the sun I'm so down with myself, bitch I could chill as a bum ho hum Drum, I'm so burnt that I'm beat I got my fears on my nerves and the crowd on my feet The only one who has my back is me, in reality, see I'm constantly fightin' heavy when we journey through the sea Oui oui monsieur, I'm true to the game, I believe my friends you slip me I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin' I know, and it shows, I can look at your nose And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o On the down low On the down low On the down low I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft Gotta brush my teeth, clean my nuts off Put on the gear that I'ma wear throughout my day But before I take a shower I ain't ashamed to say When I think of the night before, and the heat of passion Your big brown booty, my mind starts flashin' I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock Should I pursue to do you, or just stroke my knot While my girl is asleep, I'm caught in a jam Went to the bathroom with cocoa butter in my hand Closed the door behind me, locked it very tight Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night Slipped out my Underoos, sat on the toilet bowl And let the hand I hold the mic with take control! Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel As my thoughts get deeper and a little more intense If you don't know what comes next, well you're just too dense On the down low On the down low On the down low He's chasin' me, scrapin' my knee on the cement is what I did What dug, look under the rug and I got it Hit him in the heart with my night, stalker slug But know, this nigga had to go Peep this, I was asleep, he climbed in my window Grabbed me around the neck, said scream and you're dead I thought it was the devil 'cause his face was glowin' red He was a brother, but this brother had the devil in his eye He was out to get I-m-a-n-i First I took my trigger finger with a wiggle The devil jumps into my eyes and then I giggle In the back of my head you know Imani feels no shame I've got my nine I said, with my millimeter go bang I got him, he's crippled so he crawls across the floor He's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door Bang bang bang, yep I got him again His story's soundin' sad like the movie Ben But um, anyway I'm just protectin' my shit 'Cause if it wasn't me he's killin' then my moms mighta got it It's on the downlow, don't tell nobody I killed him all right? On the down low On the down low On the down low 'Cause you should know On the down low On the down low On the down low 'Cause you should know Flip fly caught you soarin' sky high But a fly slip wash you up fly drip my Eyes cry, tears fear A baby eagle seagull shit falls quicker than a local hero Zero from zero leaves nothin', now ain't that somethin'? And all this time you been wantin' somethin' for nothin' The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall The homies kick the fact 'cause its wack to let you fall Why doesn't what you're rollin in the 'hood so niggas that don't want you And you're fucked, crazy fucked, like the slut Heather Hunter With me the one that punches shit, I know you'll get the pick With the cars and the girls and the ego and the loot chief I'll make this brief, I'd be lying through my teeth If I told you you was dope and your benefits was reaped From my ego, those libro kids are creepin' with the steel And you're cappin' 'bout this rappin' and they're cavin' in the grille On the down low On the down low On the down low 'Cause you should know 'Bout the down low On the down low On the down low 'Cause you should know
Writer(s): Trevant Jermaine Hardson, John Manuel Martinez, Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox, Joseph Jr Modeliste, Arthur Lanon Neville, Leo Nocentelli, George Joseph Jr Porter, Rahsaan Lamarr Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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