Fat Joe

Fat Joe - (Ha Ha) Slow Down songtekst

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(feat. Young Jeezy)




[Fat Joe]

Ay , yo

It took A. Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now

Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now

Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao

Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now

Now what you boys got a death wish?

I beat a mothafucka uglier than Precious

Real nigga, you can find me where the X is

Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous

Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks

So I dropped a hundred in the streets I don't buy stocks

Tell a little mothafucka get his shine pa

Good fellas hood fellas livin' on my block

Nigga got a problem, I solve 'em (Solve 'em)

A couple key's yes nigga we'll rob 'em (Rob 'em)

Got tha 9 milli. in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance

Leave a mothafucka shakin' like Harlem (Harlem)



[Chorus:]

[Young Jeezy]

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things

We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene

In black from head to toe we murder clean

Do you know the name of the click that murder teams

What's up?

[Fat Joe]

(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em

(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em

(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em

(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em



[Young Jeezy]

Always on that flow shit

Jeezy Montana

Cocaine capital

That would be Atlanta

One triple O where I'm from

That's a homo

Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from

That's a no no

Next up a homicide

Ain't nobody seen shit

Wake up to a homicide,

Ain't nobody dreams to

Welcome to the home of the

Home invasion

DEA like to raid,

You might get your home raided

Went up in it

Like a halfback from the Raiders

Bring a half mac

Anything for that paper

Two door Phantom

Avatar blue though

Parked outta space shit

We call that bitch Pluto

Grown livin' legend

In the hood I'm a hero,

On that minute fourteen

Like a guitar hero

Came a long way

From that toilet bowl white though

But I'ma be all right though



[Chorus]



[Fat Joe]

Always on my hard shit, Joey Viagra

Pull up make 'em car sick, abra kadabra

Presto magic, Bugatti's on the scene

Parties all around me like its Gotti on the scene

Your money NBA NFL all legal

My niggaz on the block goin' hard pumpin' diesel

However do you want it

Joe stay blunted

I gets off but the hoe stay on it

This is my 'castle' but it ain't 'white' though

Ice so bright shit shine like a light show

This my life yo go get yours bitch

Ball till we fall till the drugs hit the ball pit

Cocaine cowboys that's my thing

Do it for my niggaz locked down in the bing in the state

In the Fed pen my name rings

I don't need your respect the streets crowned me king



[Chorus]
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