Songtext Slow down Derek Minor

Slow down

Tell them, tell them boys pour up, drink 'til ya throw up
If they, if they hatin',hatin' you gon' tell 'em get their dough up
Party, party, party through the night 'til the sun up
Hustlin', hustlin' all day, no breaks 'til ya come up

You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)
You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)

You got green, purp, brown, white goin' almost every night
Bad one at the crib, when you get home she gonna get you right
You don't play games and they know what's up
If it ever go bad you gon' pop your trunk
And you spend dough with that Keisha, them boys better duck when they see me
You got plenty guns and if you need ta' you gon' fire off with that neena
It's get dough, then more dough
It's smoke [?] then [?]
You feel like that's real life? Oh no
Get all that purp that you want
That ain't gonna make you a man
Waste all the time that you want
You ain't gonna get it again
Body yourself and keep thinkin' you winning
But you know in your heart that this ain't really living
I am your brother, I want so much more for you
You could be more if you listened and slowed down

You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)
You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)

Look, you ain't really bout that life
You ain't never been to no trap
You ain't never bust no strap, bang no loud
You ain't never sold no crack
See the only thing you poppin' is a pill, homie chill
To drop on ya G, but we know that ain't real
Who ya give? Thoughts so hard my dude but we know it ain't true
I know that's fake, you claim you what?
Hold up, who initiated you? It's cool I'll wait
See I know real killers, real killers
Real gang bangers, real drug dealers
And they ride around with that work
And tell me they don't go to church cause they thugs
And they pack them [?] in the back of vans
Seasoned shooters holding [?]
Light your block up like Afghanistan
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh them choppers like a Taliban
Homie understand, when you playin' with the flame
That you're bound to get hurt
Trying to be a bad boy,'sposed to mess around and get smart
But we know you ain't down to get murked
Woooh, ya better slow down

You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)
You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)

Man, hold up, tell them boys to pour up
I love the feeling til you kneeling on the floor to throw up
Man, hold up, see I done came down
We either snoozin' or we doin' time
Either way we losing time
We tell them boys to slow down, they like what for?
Cause it's about to go down, oh you ain't over?
All love it, ya all love it, ruins lives but y'all all love it
I ain't innocent though cause we all does it
But I'm close enough to see it's all nothing
Chasing after the wind, you never will win
Feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end
Chasing after the wind, you never will win
Feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end
Hold up

Tell them boys pour up (Drop it like a Taliban)
Tell 'em get their dough up
Party, party, party (Feel like that's real life)
Hustlin, hustlin all day, no breaks til ya come up
You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)
You better s-s-s-slow (down,down, down, down, down, down, down)