Whether you in L.A., Philly, Brooklyn or Mississippi 

Drive slow like your "Boyz n the Hood" lookin' for Ricky 

Whips roll slow like hearses, headin' to churches 

We gargle with holy water and spit, bless 'em with verses 

I ain't the type that flosses pricey watches 

But'll build a whole mansion out of Nike boxes 

'Cause y'all be dippin' whips at speeds that make your tail spin 

While I be ridin' slow, pumpin' brakes like mailmen 

You fuck-up, I buck with the forces of horses 

Puttin' more slugs on you than the floor of a forest 

Got more power than Porsches driven by sorcerers 

Y'all are soccer moms pushin' four door Corsicas 

Admit it though, dude, that my shit is so smooth 

You'll be ridin' so slow that your spinners won't move 

Seat back, volume up, bitches sayin', "He's bad" 

Ridin' real slow, playin' Sammy The Sleezbag