Too many goodie goodie two shoes say
«Hit the front gate when a Bam' song play»
When a Bam' song play the masses take a master face like a masquerade
Parade of those who ain’t the least bit afraid
To hok one back in a police face
Let the police spray a whole can of mace
Spit that out and go ape shit break
The run I run, I’m in hot pursuit
Police going off top to shoot
Fuck that rule I rocket you
Knuckle and a tooth then I knock it loose
I pop a deuce for my patna’s duke
Broke in the motherfucking pockets dude
The schools not teach ya how to earn no doe
That’s why I roll with a fo' fo' for
(Slow down)
See I believe in the block
It’s the spot that I’m gon' turn into my burial plot
A parking lot
For a mall to shop used to be owned by mom and pop
Now it’s where your grande lattes can get bought
And with that new mall they gon' double the cops so stay hush
Keep a white tee and raw denim jeans on my Chucks
Soul Assassin fitted cap with the brim flipped back
I can’t wear skinny jeans cause my gat’s too fat
S-s-s-sun go up and the sun come down
Money get low when the guns come out
From L.A. to the Town
Somebody tell them kids to «slow down»
I said, sun come up, sun come down
Money get low, guns come out
From L.A. to the Town
Somebody tell them kids to «slow down»
«Tell 'em slow down»
Once again somebody shooting
And soon I’m finna maneuver
Like Splinter and I’m in a sewer
Sending a message to all losers
Listen, you can not pursue us
I’m ducking, dodging assassins
In such a marvelous fashion
Know in a flash that it can happen
Whatever form of action
It’s more than quoting Malcolm
I’m putting it down you running around
And wondering what’s the outcome?
You shoulda been studying W.E.B
Instead of W. B And W.W.E this is not T. V
(Go slow)
I know you see me dummy
Ain’t got a lotta money but you taking none from me They think you got the look
You a mark or a crook
They don’t do it by the book
They gon' shoot before they look
It don’t matter where you stay in around yo' town
When the seasons start to change and them rain clouds clown
We the reason that they made a fo' pound go «blaow»
Better have a good reason telling Pro to slow down
Go now