Slow down you know you can t catch me

The Team, Clyde Carson

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I tell em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down I tell em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down (I tell 'em) Ay, I'm on the case gettin' sideways Dolla fo' five on the highway You know a nigga state to state On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake Wide awoke, 3 A.M Prolly touch down when the sun come in Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as f*ck after that 8-hour race I come from the land where we swing our cars Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks Call it paid, super-charged Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury Hella smoke says she wanna f*ck with me Money on my mind ain't nothin' for free Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin' to me I tell em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down (I tell 'em) Slow down, you know you can't catch me Hype without fugitive, Snipes Wesley Fuzz get on me tried to test me arrest me Wet than a motha fucka whip like a jet ski Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland They wanna shit me the ready and off to reception Nah, ain't tryna see the state pen I'm black-scaled out in my Ray-Bans Diamond-certified, I ain't neva lied Ain't had L's since Pac died Ridin' through the biters, couple bundles talkin' bout sliders Run from the labours, mind's still swift FedEx movement all on the bitch Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift No frontin' push a button give a nigga that, gift I tell em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashin' through a two-way Doin' bout a hundred kinda burnin' up the Louie Louie, Louie 13th motha fucka yeah Louie D.U.I. drivin black henny on my lap Pedal to the flo' with a 808 clap Money motivated doin' sprints when I'm chasin' And it gotta be a hemi I don't normally do the basic Six-cylinder, r-really bruh? Slow it down, keep up And I'm killin' ya, hope I'm not offendin' ya See you at the finish line, leavin' em Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba This is how we do it when I'm dippin' on a corna Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba This is how we do it in Northern California

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Written by: DONALD DEGRATE, DONALD EARLE DE GRATE, RAYMOND E JONES, ROBERT JONES, TIM KELLEY, BOB HOPE ROBINSON, BOBBY MARCEL WILSON

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I tell em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down

I tell em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down

(I tell 'em)
Ay, I'm on the case gettin' sideways
Dolla fo' five on the highway
You know a nigga state to state
On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake
Wide awoke, 3 A.M
Prolly touch down when the sun come in
Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race
I come from the land where we swing our cars
Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks
Call it paid, super-charged
Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche
I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury
Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me
Money on my mind ain't nothin' for free
Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin' to me

I tell em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down

(I tell 'em)
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
Hype without fugitive, Snipes Wesley
Fuzz get on me tried to test me arrest me
Wet than a motha fucka whip like a jet ski
Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland
They wanna shit me the ready and off to reception
Nah, ain't tryna see the state pen
I'm black-scaled out in my Ray-Bans
Diamond-certified, I ain't neva lied
Ain't had L's since Pac died
Ridin' through the biters, couple bundles talkin' bout sliders
Run from the labours, mind's still swift
FedEx movement all on the bitch
Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift
No frontin' push a button give a nigga that, gift

I tell em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down

I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday
Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashin' through a two-way
Doin' bout a hundred kinda burnin' up the Louie
Louie, Louie 13th motha fucka yeah Louie
D.U.I. drivin black henny on my lap
Pedal to the flo' with a 808 clap
Money motivated doin' sprints when I'm chasin'
And it gotta be a hemi I don't normally do the basic
Six-cylinder, r-really bruh? Slow it down, keep up
And I'm killin' ya, hope I'm not offendin' ya
See you at the finish line, leavin' em
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
This is how we do it when I'm dippin' on a corna
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
This is how we do it in Northern California

Writers: DONALD DEGRATE , DONALD EARLE DE GRATE , Tim Kelley , BOBBY MARCEL WILSON , RAYMOND E JONES , ROBERT JONES , BOB HOPE ROBINSON

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC , Songtrust Ave , BMG Rights Management

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