Lyrics Slow Down (feat. Prometheus Brown) - Bambú

Too many goody goody two shoes say
Hit the front gate when the Bam's on play
When the Bam's on play
The masses take
A master face like a masquerade
Parade and those who ain't a least bit afraid
To hop on back in a police' face
But the police spray a whole can of mace
Spit that I ain't gon' ape shit break
I run I run I'm on high pursuit
Police goin off ...
Fuck that rule I'll rock at you
Knuckle to the tooth that'll knock it loose
I'll pop a dude 'fore my partners do
Broke in a motherfucker's pockets dude
The schools not teaching you how to earn no dough
That's why I run with a .44 fo'
(Slow down)
See I believe in the block
It's the spot that I'm gon' turn into my burial plot
A parkin lot for a mortar shop
Used to be owned by Mom and Pop
Now it's where your Grande lattes can get bought
And with that new mall they gon' double the cops so stay hush
Keep a white tee and worn denim jeans on my Chucks
Soul Assassin fitted cap with the brim flipped back
I can't wear skinny jeans cause my gat too fat yup

Sun go up and the sun come down
The money get low and the gun comes out
From L.A. to The Town
Somebody tell them kids to slow down

I said sun go up sun come down
Money get low guns come out
From L.A. to The Town
Somebody tell them kids to slow down

Once again somebody shootin
And soon I'm finna maneuver
Like Splinter I'm in the sewers
Sendin a message all losers
Listen you cannot pursue us
I'm duckin dodgin assassins
In such a marvelous fashion know in a flash that it could happen
Whatever form of action
It's more than quotin Malcolm
I'm puttin it down you runnin around and wonderin whats the outcome
You shoulda been studyin W.E.B.
Instead of W.B. and W.W.E this is not T.V.
(So slow)
I know you see me dummy
Ain't got a lotta money but you takin none from me
They think you got the look
You a mark or a crook
They don't do it by the book
They gon' shoot before they look
It don't matter where you stay in around yo town
When the seasons start to change and them rainclouds clown
We the reason that they made a 4 pound go Blaow
Better have a good reason tellin Pro to slow down go now

Sun go up and the sun come down
The money get low and the gun comes out
From L.A. to The Town
Somebody tell them kids to slow down

I said sun go up sun come down
Money get low guns come out
From L.A. to The Town
Somebody tell them kids to slow down