Buckshot - Slo Mo lyrics

[Louieville Sluggah] God damn, look at missy missy She actin hot and sigie, I'm gonna catch them titties Oh come kitty kitty, I'm in the store with Bell I asked her if she miss me I need change quickly, Papi can you split this fifty She started small talk, like "Where you been" I cut her short, it's where I'll be with you and your friends You see girl, I ain't you average man, runnin a million On an island, puffin spliffs with Gilligan Set on the hot rocks, sendin my tube socks I'm wonderin, is this what it's like, if the clock stop And at a slow speed, cool breeze, blue trees Higher counts we had, BBQ on nude beach Your word becomes a V, you crack a smile now Then find out later, b**h, it ain't sh** funny Me all about me sunny, money and keep it cunnin Movin wit my n***as and best to Playboy bunnies [Starang Wondah] Aiyo, ya see me the bed, countin ends Yo, I know you have a man, can't you have friends Wanna look me up and down, sayin "It depends" Aiyo, I treat you like a queen, til I hit the skins Cuz I look good, like your man wish he could Push a phat ride, parkin right in front of the hood Big muthaf**in Will, from the M.F.C I roll a Bob Marley up, and pa** the hennecy n***a cough, never smoked before, yo weed it up Got chills goin down ya spine, I heat it up Gotta get where I'm goin, and fast Speed it up, I feel a hotel elevator beam me up I take you home, lie you down, so you can dream me up Get your all your friends through and double team me up I can't call it, smoker, never alcoholic Hittin it doggystyle, while you leanin on the toilet O.G.C. put it down like this From the foot to the gas while the spark burn up [Louieville Sluggah] n***as be charged, spit like cards, it's just too easy Bouncin where you hearin my sh**, n***as you feel me All up on your TV, blastin in your CD Hits like damn, the world love them n***as G.C Let's get together, if Da Storm, change the weather Don't wanna make it hot, you can send me 4 page letters I won't tell a soul, stay strapped like Velcro Ya nana yellin, that's one hell of a fellow Pumpin ya driveway, playin somethin mellow Your pops hear me, call and say, girl hell no See I can understand, that's what the average do So later on, out the window to the Avenue