Slo Mo Lyrics by Originoo Gunn Clapazz

Slo Mo Lyrics

    [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
    Cuz 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