Slow Down Songtext
von Clyde Carson

I tell ′em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don′t chase me
Slow down, slow down

I tell 'em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don′t chase me
Slow down, slow down

(I tell ′em)
Ay, I'm on the case gettin′ sideways
Dolla fo' five on the highway
You know a nigga state to state
On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake
Wide awoke, 3 a.m
Prolly touch down when the sun come in
Ay, when them guards hit the gate
I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race


I come from the land where we swing our cars
Figure 8 Benz, concrete leave marks
Call it paid, super-charged
Back to back race the Benz with the four-door Porsche
I′m tearin' up tires in this luxury
Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me
Money on my mind, ain′t nothin' for free
Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin′ to me

I tell ′em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don′t chase me
Slow down, slow down

I tell 'em
Slow down, you know you can′t catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, you know you can′t catch me
Slow down, you know you can't catch me

(I tell 'em)
Slow down, you know you can′t catch me
Hype without fugitive, Snipes Wesley
Fuzz get on me, tried to test me, arrest me
Wet than a motherfucker, whip like a jet ski
Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland
They wanna ship me to Rita and off to reception
Nah, ain′t tryna see the state pen
I'm Black Scaled out in my Ray-Bans


Diamond-certified, I ain′t never lied
I ain't had L′s since Pac died
Ridin' through the biters, couple bundles talkin′ 'bout sliders
Run from the labors, mind's still swift
FedEx movement all on the bitch
Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift
No frontin′, push a button, give a nigga that

Slow down, you know you can′t catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down

I tell ′em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don′t chase me
Slow down, slow down

I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday
Ridin′ like Tony Stewart smashin' through a two-way
Doin' ′bout a hundred, kinda burnin′ up the Lou-ie
(Lou-ie) Louie 13th motherfucker, yeah Louie
D.U.I. drivin' black, Henny on my lap
Pedal to the flo′ with a 808 clap
Money motivated, doin' sprints when I′m chasin'
And it gotta be a hemi I don′t normally do the basic

Six-cylinder, really bruh? Slow it down, keep up
And I'm killin' ya, hope I′m not offendin′ ya
See you at the finish line, leavin' ′em
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
This is how we do it when I'm dippin′ on a corner
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
This is how we do it in Northern California

Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don′t chase me
Slow down, slow down

I tell 'em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don′t chase me
Slow down
(You know you can′t catch me)
Slow down
You know you can't catch me
I tell ′em