Текст песни Mac - Slow Ya Roll
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[mac]Send this out to my nigga mike king andAll the 22nd gangsters in columbus ohioFrom a o-g to a b-geeSlow your roll niggasShell shockedCheck it[odell]15 with the triple beam, working the streetsLil nigga gotta ride, now hes bumpin the beats(its all good, its all good)He pass by makin the noise, odd boyYah we see him with the chip phoneHe talkin to them young bitches who used to be afraidHe shootin the shit, cus he gettin paid (I like that)When I was his age, I had the same kinda waysHad to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of jsOn a niggas feet, and it was something to ballTo go to school and tell them niggas they aint fuckin with challDont hit it, to the grime, a pocket full of dimesI hope you got that 9 and he got it on his mindCus the haters wont like that, would you passCus the niggas will buck, and show a man his assWatch your back lil nigga, the game is coldAnd most of us dont make it old, slow your roll[chorus](rolll)Keep it on your mind(rolll)A nigga shoots the same(slow your rolll)You better slow your roll(rolll)What mama used to say,(slow your rolll)Keep it up young man(roll)A nigga shoots the same(slow your rolll)You better slow your rollWhat mama used to say[mac]16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippinThey shot him right in front of momz wasnt even trippinHe healed up, let his anger build upNow hes ready for war, he five deep in the black carAnd all dem niggas got murder on dey mindYour boy got that a.k. you got the tech 9 (I got the tech you heard me)Passenger seat he spot woo-ney, who is woo-neyHes that nigga that pulled the trigger when he stole meTake that muthafucka, whats what he yell at the sinnerAs the automatic went **bucka**bucka**And all you niggas gots to dieIs that the killer in his eyes, or was it just a disguiseCus I remember he was a lil timid nigga, a lil skinny niggaNow he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in yourOwn handsHis daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll[chorus][odell]17 with a life sentenceHe in a cell with the cousin of the nigga he killedNow tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see your wholeLifeAint got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knifeHes five times bigger, and it wouldnt mean shit to the triggerBut you cant get to it quicker, I seen the look in his eyeWhen the blade penetrated, he played like he ? ? And I cant sleep knowing how I kicked the game to himGave a name to him, on the block now he caught in the pine boxIs there a heaven for a killerForgiveness to a lil nigga who praised nothin but skrillaAll he wanted was the finer thingsHe laid in his casket with a rolex and ? diamond rags? Dear God have mercy on his young soulSee he told, most of us dont make it oldSlow your roll[chorus]