(feat. Corey Mo)

Quart a Mo' (whas happenin?)

Sweet Jones
I see a lot of ^!$$%z in this rap game man
^!$$%z moving too mother $#&@ing fast

Y'all ^!$$%z need to...
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout, hol' up)
^!$$%z poppin pills, sippin bar, smoking fry and God knows whatever else

^!$$%z on that Malcolm... X
You know like that ^!$$% Breeze said, man the hood gonna catch up with you
man

You know what I'm saying?

[Pimp C]

Peep up in the city with the hoes showing $$# and !@%$
I'm a ghetto star, and the game's a pity
Cause most ^!$$%z get took by the street fame

And they can't hold on to their spot in this dirty game
I see a lot of ^!$$%z sign record deals
But they fall off, cause they ^!$$%z wasn't real

But I've been in this thang since '92
Getting my money, doing what the hustlas do
Through the wars, having no cars

Going to jail, rapping behind bars
Putting it down wit my beat
When we was broke out on the streets

Trying to come up on a motha $#&@ing Swisher Sweet
I used to sell weed, then I sold crack
I used to ride in a old-school gold 'Lac

Fleetwood wit' cherry lights
I sold that (*##$ to that boy Moe, that's why we come down at night
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated]


[Pimp C]
(*##$ now I drive a big Benz (big Benz)

And spend big money with my motha $#&@ing hustling friends
I don't buy the O, I buy the quarter-pound
I'm talking Indo ^!$$%, I lay these (*##$es down

What's happening out in LA, LA
When I'm out there with the Boo-Yaa Tribe
And that's how I play (that's how I play)

And I'm hollerin at Yuk and C-Bo too
I hear whatcha saying and I'm a do what y'all wanna do
Cause $#&@ ^!$$%z need to get hit up

(*##$ ^!$$%z don't deserve no truck
Snitch ^!$$%z don't deserve to $#&@
^!$$% outta luck

That's why your records ain't selling and ya stuck
You need to slow down before somebody hit you up
You need to slow down before somebody $#&@ you up

You need to slow down before it comes to get you
Hit you in your wig and ain't nothing to split you
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated]


[Corey Mo]
You see this rap game is more than just rhymes and beats

It designed to make money, it starts in the streets
A lotta ^!$$%z don't follow the rules and end up losing
Way before their time, cause their records ain't moving

Better slow down and rethink your strategy ^!$$%
Have you still paying dues, you can't be mad at me ^!$$%
I ain't looking for no handouts or looking for no friends (un-uh)

My brother always told me ^!$$%, go and get your ends
And that's what I'm a do, it's the honest-to-God truth
I'm a stay up on these beats and I'm a stay off in the booth

So all you ^!$$%z hating, waiting for me to fold
I'm bout to shift to another gear and pass you hoes
On the cool, I ain't nobody's !@#$ fool

Just like you pack tools, ^!$$% I do too
So in case you never knew ^!$$%, you know now
What you ought to be trying to do is on the real

Is slow down
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated]
Hol' up, slow down, uh

Get your mind on your money
Cause your records ain't selling
^!$$% [repeated]