paroles de chanson Slow Down - Jacki-O

Jacki-O the madame of Miami
Ride around all day in a skirt no panties
So mannish, throws so cabanish
South Beach gotcha girl skin so tannish
Florida, given u more than her
You like it right thurr
But the bitch right her (whoop whoop)
My ass been fat and I never had a problem with my neck or my back
They can't hang with me, they can't hang with me
They can't hang with me, they can't hang with me (South Beach huh)

Naw dogg, I'm from the other side of the bridge
Where niggas get killed dogg, for real dogg, boy chill dogg
You better off poppin a pill dogg (Ay Connie)
Thats right we on the map
First album, first tour and the pre boast rap
It's like every other city we go
Travelin' coast to coast, L.A

I make 'em holla out my name right before i leave
I tell 'em Jacki-O the madame of the industry
My enemies got in suicidal situation
They ain't even know the nookie bitch that they was facin'
Picture the prophecy with pistols out the paper back
Silence the chatter cause we're poor, we dont even matter

Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out

I'm a poe boy soldier
Thought i told ya
You think Im playin'
What you think I'm on the road for huh
I got shows bro
I got a gold bro
First week drop want 2million of 'em sold bro, all in the know ya
Gettin' gold rock
It's chess not checkers you heard me
Sugary wall, Scott D.A get Timmay
Gimme track, shit I'll get this back to you in 3 days
Hit Rick, tell him we need another one
Damn near blew the engine on the other one
These hoes don't like me
I know these hoes wanna fight me
But, somehow someway, we keep comin' up with funky ass hits on the road everyday

Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out

I cant really explain it
I'm in the industry now
Even my enemies fellin' me
They so into me now
Yeah B, I come from a different sea
I fish scales retails for 'bout two three's
Jacki-O, a gift not a curse
Think i'm a itch now
Well the rash gets worse
Yeah, got 'em pacin the floors now
They gettin' ghost writers to save these whores now

DAAAAMN hoe, in '98 you had fans hoe, what the fuck happened to you
J-j-j-j-j-j-j Jacki-O
Because you stoppin' my grind
Got these sparklin' diamonds
Top of the line
Plus I got remarkable timin'
They say I walk aroun like I got a S on my chest
It's just the poe boy piece with invisible sex

Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out
Slow down for you wreck out