Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Uh Roll the windows down Too much smoke, let it all clear out, uh Roll the windows down You know we done if the cops smell loud, uh Roll the windows down Almost there, it's like ten more miles, uh Roll the windows down Let the world hear your thoughts out loud Nigga pass this shit Every time we smoke, you turn into some activist and I ain't even ask you shit Nigga pass this shit Every time we smoke, you always get to yapping, not relaxing Been hiding all my dents from this bitch that I been crashing with I got a lot of baggage, should I take it on this acid trip? Uh Who knew my inside had glass in it? Uh I never noticed til you shattered it Yeah I'm in my feels baby, you don't know the half of it You don't know the real, you just fooled by the packaging Tried to keep it sealed to reduce all the damages And yet these niggas still mishandled it Won't you put a voice to it? Let me hear your subs loud One in front the bullet, I get therapy from gun sounds My generation numb now, we ridin' til the sun down Drive into the sunset while running from the comedown Don't put the windows up now Roll the windows down Too much smoke, let it all clear out, uh Roll the windows down You know we done if the cops smell loud, uh Roll the windows down Almost there, it's like ten more miles, uh Roll the windows down Let the world hear your thoughts out loud Mm, roll the windows down Got a pound of weed with a bad bitch staying ten toes down I'm in traffic with a classic, blowing Indo loud And this bitch looking at me like, "nigga you sure got style" I greet with a, slow speed with a Marijuana leaf inside a wood with no seats, nigga I got the realest, no pretender Hit it once and all that bullshit you won't remember You're looking for a brighter day Pass and take a puff, that thang'll hit your ass right away Nigga don't know what to say Ask him if he cool, that nigga answer back Meditate while I'm medicating at the house Feeling like I'm levitating to the clouds Never hate, congratulate you with a smile We ain't smoked in a while, roll the windows down My baby mama acting like a big weirdo right now, bro Like Yo, bro, why we still sitting here? Let me drive bro Cuz y'all niggas still sitting here Let me drive bro I've been bad, uh Somebody gotta help me fore I crash, uh I feel like I've been running from the past I feel like I've been running over glass I've been scarred, I've been cut, I've been stabbed, I been, uh Somebody gotta help me fore I crash, uh I feel like I've been settling for half, uh Man, I got something hidden in the stash With my back to the wall, got no choice, I'ma blast, uh Looking through a black lens Hate it when the niggas I don't know tell me to tap in Won't you give my dog back? Won't you give me backbends I ain't in a residence, no motherfucking rap friends I've been- I'ma crash, I've been- man This don't last, uh, I'ma cr-

Slow down Slow your role, junior Slow down, slow down (slow down) Slow your role, junior Slow down, I can't take the heat Slow down (slow down baby), it's wicked in these streets Slow down, I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets Life ain't nothing but a big old twist A lot of times when I'm smoking, I'm doing that just to reminisce It's funny, on how shit be A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me But look here, I work hard for all the things I got And to hang with a niggas just an intricate plot You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here, dog, a ho' once told me look Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke B- niggas don't deserve to kick it With rich niggas, nigga we seven figure niggas And we bigger than the biggest Hip-Hop, niggas of rap And when we get to spittin', make sure y'all step back You with that? Cause if you ain't clown We from the D.O double G, we groupie true and slow down Slow down (slow down, down) 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take that heat), it's wicked in these streets Slow down, 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down, it's wicked in these streets Ayyo Snoop, I used to kick up dope, ride with niggas Know about the hits, hang with killas Take the broads down for jailhouse visits Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga Have the card parties where the stakes was high Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by I never had a day without no drama Half the OG's age but they call me mama Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'all for real Until my best friend Jill got killed And then I, dropped to my knees and called on the Lord Please change my ways 'cause I'm living too hard And too foul, how I'm gon' raise a child When I'm out here buck wild? Damn I had to slow down Slow down (slow down), 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down (slow down baby, slow down baby) it's wicked in these streets Slow down, 'cause I can't take the heat Slow down (slow down, slow down), it's wicked in these streets Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut And started putting all this game on records For my come up from sun up to sun down I'm trying to get my money Haters ain't gon' stop me cause haters can't run me It's funny when a b- was livin 'foul Everybody seemed glad but now they mad Cause I'm flossing, boss ballin' guilt free And feds can't take shit from me, so slow down I got niggas, shot niggas, drop niggas for fun I swap from these shoulders, I don't need no gun But it's the 90's and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump You don't wanna get caught up in the mix Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, b- We don't, never ever, talk no shit Unless we back that shit up, nigga you get lit Slow down (slow down), I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take the heat, it's wicked in the street) 'cause it's wicked in these streets Slow down, I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take it) it's wicked in these streets Slow down (slow down) I can't take the heat (slow down) Slow your roll, tuck your heat and watch the haters Slow down, slow down Slow your roll, tuck your heat and watch the haters

[Intro] YEAH! Aight Bigg Dogg It's 'bout that time You got a cup or bottle or blunt in your hand Follow directions please Let's, GO! [Problem] Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down Said put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down (What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down [Snoop Dogg] Mm... the Boss in the buildin Try to turn it on you get offed in this buildin Higher than a muh, gettin lost in the feelin Motherfuck the law, I got a ball for the chil'ren Nigga - drunk than a bitch though 'Fore I hit the spot I had a bottle full of Cisco Ate the kush and a model in a trenchcoat A Crip with a lot of cash, check on how the wrist roll Baby saw it in my eyes and she knew that I was lookin at her Ain't a chance to get her, I can M-I crooked letter If she with a nigga I'ma steal her, yeah a crook'll have her Throwin up the E once the D get to cookin in her (Eastside!) Yeah - so what's it gon' be? Golden black Joe Clark, H.N.I.C. Regulatin on any hatin I see Some'n good in your hands then repeat after me [Chorus: Problem] Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down Said put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down (What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down Put 'em on up - and turn them thangs upside down FUCK IT UP! And turn them thangs upside down FUCK IT UP! And turn them thangs upside down FUCK IT UP! Upside down - FUCK IT UP! Upside down FUCK IT UP! [Problem] Yea, yea Damn fool, you could see it in my face though I'm shittin, I'm shittin what I ate hoe Fuck that, I'm drinkin 'til I throw up Turn like a mug, c'mon whole hood showed up [Snoop Dogg] Bang to the boogie, keep a thang in my Dungarees Bailin through the Eastside, feelin like a younger G Eatin like a muh, but I'm so so hun-g-ry I dare one of these young dumb fucks to try and fuck with me Fucka - I'm back to the party Marley, Bacardi, shawty, gnarly Becky, and Vicky, beggin me to give me hickeys Through my Dickies [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Lil' mama tryin to show the Dogg her G-string While she sang ain't "Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang" A nigga throwin signs tryin to let me know that he bang Like I give a motherfuck what he claim Ay - your nigga better chill doggy 'Fore I treat him like a old bitch and menopause him I'll stop your ass right there I swear had homies on your head like hair Homie I ain't thinkin, I'm too busy drinkin Plumber of the month, mami show me where your sink is So I can get to uncloggin I hope that lil' cat ready for this Bigg Dogg and WOOF! [Chorus] [Problem] Pause... pause... pause... [Nipsey Hussle] Look, I'm just a young nigga in the biz with mo' enemies than friends Get no money goin out, but I got it comin in And nah, I ain't a G but every day that's what I spend I get paid to drop a verse, for 16 I need ten End. all the speculation Them pre-conceived notions got me over-compensatin And for you slow niggaz that mean not been concentratin I'm shittin on these records while you rappers constipated Uhh, it's get money, fuck haters Me and hip-hop is like Chucks and blue laces Me and Snoop Dogg is Sir Charles and King David With Problem we all ballin like the '09 Lakers Yeah, it's Terrance Martin on the track And I'm that young nigga droppin crack back-to-back My album on the way and I ain't worried 'bout the stats But I could tell you how the streets gon' react They gon' say [Chorus]