The camera slow down the game lyrics

"The camera slow down the game lyrics"








Corey Mo) Quart a Mo' (whas happenin? They tell me to slow down, but homey I'm just livin' my life And tell 'em do what you think is right That's stressin' me out, they tellin' me they know what's best But will I care when there's no one left? Peep up in the city with the hoes showing ass and titties I'm a ghetto star, and the game's a pity Cause most niggaz get took by the street fame And they can't hold on to their spot in this dirty game I see a lot of niggaz sign record deals But they fall off, cause they niggaz wasn't real But I've been in this thang since '92 Getting my money, doing what the hustlas do Through the wars, having no cars Going to jail, rapping behind bars Putting it down wit my beat When we was broke out on the streets Trying to come up on a motha fucking Swisher Sweet I used to sell weed, then I sold crack I used to ride in a old-school gold 'Lac Fleetwood wit' cherry lights I sold that bitch to that boy Moe, that's why we come down at night Slow down (know what I'm talking bout? They tell me to slow down, but homey I'm just livin' my life And tell 'em do what you think is right That's stressin' me out, they tellin' me they know what's best But will I care when there's no one left? Every single beacon was the same, we would ride around and cruise Got my first car fucked up from breakin' all the rules We would speed around at night cause we had nothin' to loose Now I walk around a lot and I felt some more shoes Spray paintin', don't stop believing in all the stop signs Got my first F and my moms couldn't stop cryn Wonder if I took it back, I'd do it any different Fuck that, cause I'm still here living I'm still no different, I'm tryna have some fun While you workin' 9 to 5 cause you tryna have some fuzz Why you livin' on some same shit? They tell me to slow down, but homey I'm just livin' my life And tell 'em do what you think is right That's stressin' me out, they tellin' me they know what's best But will I care when there's no one left? This is a requirement of our licensing agreement with music Gracenote. Wasn't my choice, man, they really had me do it They tell me to slow down, but homey I'm just livin' my life And tell 'em do what you think is right That's stressin' me out, they tellin' me they know what's best But will I care when there's no one left? Look at me, it's easy to change quick I was harassed by the asshole jerk offs But you tellin' your friends that you can't take a day from work off? Look at me, it's easy to change quick I was harassed by the asshole jerk offs But you tellin' your friends that you can't take a day from work off? Every single beacon was the same, we would ride around and cruise Got my first car fucked up from breakin' all the rules We would speed around at night cause we had nothin' to loose Now I walk around a lot and I felt some more shoes Spray paintin', don't stop believing in all the stop signs Got my first F and my moms couldn't stop cryn Wonder if I took it back, I'd do it any different Fuck that, cause I'm still here living I'm still no different, I'm tryna have some fun While you workin' 9 to 5 cause you tryna have some fuzz Why you livin' on some same shit? You must enable javascript to view this page. Wasn't my choice man I really had to do this Every single weekend was the same we would ride around and cruise My first car fucked up from breaking all the rules We would speed around at night because we had nothing to lose Now I walked around a lot and felt some more shoes Spray painted don't stop were leaving it on all the stop signs Got my first F and my moms wouldn't stop crying Wonder if I took it back and do it any different Fuck that, cause I'm still here living I'm still no different, I'm trying to have some fun And what it all comes down into the end. They tell me to slow down, but homey I'm just livin' my life And tell 'em do what you think is right That's stressin' me out, they tellin' me they know what's best But will I care when there's no one left? Slow down (know what I'm talking bout, hol' up) You know what I'm saying? Wasn't my choice, man, they really had me do it They tell me to slow down, but homey I'm just livin' my life And tell 'em do what you think is right That's stressin' me out, they tellin' me they know what's best But will I care when there's no one left?