Slo Mo Lyrics - Originoo Gunn Clapazz

[louieville sluggah] 

God damn, look at missy missy 

She actin hot and sigie, I'm gonna catch them titties 

Oh come kitty kitty, I'm in the store with bell 

I asked her if she miss me 

I need change quickly, papi can you split this fifty 

She started small talk, like "where you been" 

I cut her short, it's where I'll be with you and your friends 

You see girl, I ain't you average man, runnin a million 

On an island, puffin spliffs with gilligan 

Set on the hot rocks, sendin my tube socks 

I'm wonderin, is this what it's like, if the clock stop 

And at a slow speed, cool breeze, blue trees 

Higher counts we had, bbq on nude beach 

Your word becomes a v, you crack a smile now 

Then find out later, bitch, it ain't shit funny 

Me all about me sunny, money and keep it cunnin 

Movin wit my niggas and best to playboy bunnies 

[starang wondah] 

Aiyo, ya see me the bed, countin ends 

Yo, I know you have a man, can't you have friends 

Wanna look me up and down, sayin "it depends" 

Aiyo, I treat you like a queen, til I hit the skins 

'cause I look good, like your man wish he could 

Push a phat ride, parkin right in front of the hood 

Big muthafuckin will, from the m.f.c. 

I roll a bob marley up, and pass the hennecy 

Nigga cough, never smoked before, yo weed it up 

Got chills goin down ya spine, I heat it up 

Gotta get where I'm goin, and fast 

Speed it up, I feel a hotel elevator beam me up 

I take you home, lie you down, so you can dream me up 

Get your all your friends through and double team me up 

I can't call it, smoker, never alcoholic 

Hittin it doggystyle, while you leanin on the toilet 

O.g.c. put it down like this 

From the foot to the gas while the spark burn up 

[louieville sluggah] 

Niggas be charged, spit like cards, it's just too easy 

Bouncin where you hearin my shit, niggas you feel me 

All up on your tv, blastin in your cd 

Hits like damn, the world love them niggas g.c. 

Let's get together, if da storm, change the weather 

Don't wanna make it hot, you can send me 4 page letters 

I won't tell a soul, stay strapped like velcro 

Ya nana yellin, that's one hell of a fellow 

Pumpin ya driveway, playin somethin mellow 

Your pops hear me, call and say, girl hell no 

See I can understand, that's what the average do 

So later on, out the window to the avenue