I have had my fun If I don't get well no more I have had my fun If I don't get well no more My health is failing me And I'm going down slow Please write
my ear, real slow and then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks And then unload music for the hardcore beat down
right in front of the mic Moved your body so that the feelin was right But if you get lost scream out and admit That the beat's too fast, slow it down
suite that's on reserve at the telly (telly!) Ready, willin' and waitin' so just hit me on my celly. (celly!) - It's goin' down... [Chorus] [Verse 2
B] (If you want) Well u can sit back, relax and chill Unwind and spend time with the king of the trill (If you want) Baby you can let down your hair And
Range Rover Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker No discrimination my nigga, if you broke But they still ain't attributed to good smoke B.Y.O.B
some quit Yo guerilla vice grip , Latin kings ice pick God's reppin' with muslums keep Islam safe What's your fate yo? What do you believe, what do you know? Slow it down
know where you can stick it I say this to myself, I let him do his thing Or he might beat me down just like he beat down Rodney King I got pulled over
and spend time with the king of the trill (If you want) Baby you can let down your hair And kick off your shoes off girl, we ain't goin nowhere (If you
And let your life shine like the son Remember virtues I share with you [Benzino over Chorus] And this is also goin out to all the dawgs locked down everywhere
speak louder than words, so step to the verb Fuck a pronoun, I get down for my crown Pass the three pound, show it to King Clown And watch him lounge
off in, in the car that's what they told me I'm a soldier, down with this no limit click like I told ya [big ed] Chorus x2 [king george] The money comes slow
've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows
wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted
goin rep fasho Yeah Red is goin get that bread, and big Watts is goin make it slow That Rodney goin get the doe, that clover goin get some mo' Goin step
