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Whether you in L.A., Philly, Brooklyn or Mississippi Drive slow like your "Boyz n the Hood" lookin' for Ricky Whips roll slow like hearses, headin' to churches We gargle with holy water and spit, bless 'em with verses I ain't the type that flosses pricey watches But'll build a whole mansion out of Nike boxes 'Cause y'all be dippin' whips at speeds that make your tail spin While I be ridin' slow, pumpin' brakes like mailmen You fuck-up, I buck with the forces of horses Puttin' more slugs on you than the floor of a forest Got more power than Porsches driven by sorcerers Y'all are soccer moms pushin' four door Corsicas Admit it though, dude, that my shit is so smooth You'll be ridin' so slow that your spinners won't move Seat back, volume up, bitches sayin', "He's bad" Ridin' real slow, playin' Sammy The Sleezbag Aus Songtexte Mania