't slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Don't slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Don't slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down
Traduction: Amérique. Slow Down.
t slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Don't slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Don't slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down
Fabolous] They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga) Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh) Spit game, get dames to lay down
know your name Or the plans we made, To go to New York City, Fatima And after school we studied the lessons I ask God to slow down the seconds
to bring down All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon? There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. I had a woman down in
not hide These are tales from the darkside... [Verse Two:] You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh Cuz we ain't got it too good in America I can't fuck
the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred I'm like the africans who came here before Colombus and from the 15hundreds until after the model I watch Latin America
down on my mind I'm building a sill to slow down the time 'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a sill to slow down the time [Chorus:
beware We got one microphone for the world to share (??) on the ears of America (??) rock the mic by the lyrical hysteria (??) few selects infiltrates all areas (??) upon the mic, released upon America
let me be misunderstood Misunderstood ain't gotta be explained But you don't understand me so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down
t real, in my eyes And that's all that count to me, you know? (Woman) So, is your music considered the voice of urban America, or America period? (Wayne
It's my liiiiife I'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die) It's my liiiiife You niggaz don't know me (ohh-ohh) You can't slow me down (oh-ohhh) You can
slower Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma (And got right back) at it with a little black 'matic Lay you down craft-matic
Sonny and Cher Over there Yeah America Is Dying Slowly Surely America Is Dying Slowly America Is Dying Slowly remember that! Syndrome, be the resident America
heard a young thug scream, "It depends what you got in the beamer!!" Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America Or I could slow down
