Slow It Down (feat. Fabolous)

I know they ain't gon' play this on top-40 radio

But the white girls still gon' ride it like a rodeo

And I'ma stay ridin' this beat like a rodeo

And keep throwin' money till the shorty gon' touch her toes

I'ma keep it real with you, baby, you bad

Kinda like Michael Jackson, ch-coo, you're bad

If you was my girl and you left me, I'd be sad

Enough of that, let me see that ass, oh

I'm here to see that thing pop

I'm here to see that thing rock

I'm here to see you pick it up and let it drop

She backin' it up on me

DJ, you know you wrong

Enough with the motherfuckin' dance songs

You gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(So she can take her time and work it on me, babe)

DJ, you gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(Whisper in her ear while she on me, babe)

You gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(She swingin' left, swingin' right all night)

DJ, you gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(Oh, that's what she likes)

DJ, you gotta slow it (Down)

Now she rollin' that and whippin' her hair

Slow motion with it while everyone stares

You can see her ass from a satellite

Back and forth, forth and back

Show me where they do this at

Always with you, baby, I'll never sell out

Them other **** had to do a dance record

Or the label wouldn't put 'em out

I'll never put a million records before you

Just keep on doin' that thing you do

I'm here to see that thing pop

I'm here to see that thing rock

I'm here to see you pick it up and let it drop

She backin' it up on me

DJ, you know you wrong

Enough with the motherfuckin' dance songs

You gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(So she can take her time and work it on me, babe)

DJ, you gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(Whisper in her ear while she on me, babe)

You gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(She swingin' left, swingin' right all night)

DJ, you gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(Oh, that's what she likes)

DJ, you gotta slow it

E'rybody know slow money

Way better than no money

Except for those who don't know shit

Don't know woman and don't know money

And it starts out, I'm so cool

We hangin' out and I'm so funny

All a sudden I'm Winnie the Pooh

And all up in your honey

Pants on her are slim fit

Lights in the room dim lit

And I'm feelin' on your booty, on some R. Kelly and Lil Kim shit

(Pants on her are slim fit)

(Lights in the room dim lit)

(And I'm feelin' on your booty, on some R. Kelly and Lil Kim shit)

Slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down (Hey, mister DJ)

(So she can take her time and work it on me, babe)

DJ, you gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(I'm just tryna dance with my baby)

(Whisper in her ear while she on me, babe)

You gotta slow it down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(I said, "Please, mister DJ")

(She swingin' left, swingin' right all night)

DJ, you gotta slow it down

(Man, I'm just tryna plan, I'm just tryna, man)

Down, down, down, down, down, down

(I'm just tryna dance for my baby)

(Oh, that's what she likes)

DJ, you gotta slow it (Down)

I'ma keep it real with you, baby, you bad

Kinda like Michael Jackson, ch-coo, you're bad

If you was my girl and you left me, I'd be sad

Enough of that, let me see that ass (Drop)